River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1920-05-13

emerged subtle something like the
early dawn, spreading slowly over all
the place, and as the light grew !
looked again upon the map of mortal
life.
But there had come a wondrous
change. Everyone was busy with
some fruitful occupation. Everyone
felt at home, convinced that there
was enough for every living creature.
There was no more war one against
another. There was no longer any
greed. There was no more fear. 1t
appeared that fear had been a human
invention, and that with the passing
of greed, it, too, had become obsolete.
There was an all-peyading air Of
faith, of confidence in the Unfailing
Supply. Where before there had
been dissension there was now CO.
herence and unity of purpose. There
was sense in every breast of an all
inclusive love. As | stood, spell-bound,
a strange thing happened. Coming
toward me and the great map, be-
held figure in the form of a man,
but so majestic was his mein, and so
noble his countenarce that he appear
ed like an angel. He radiated all
about him an atmosphere of peace, OF
uplift, and of love indescribable. He
stepped forward onto the vast map
that stretched out miles before me,
going from group to group of happy
workers. Wherever he stopped ne
was welcome. All that the people
had was his. All That He Was They
Knew To Be Their Own. 1t was clear
that this Spirit Of fellowship was re-
ciprocal among them all, and that
even stranger would find himself 1T
home wherever he might chance to
stop-welcome without question,
without judgment, without price.
There was no Withholding There was
no sense of personal possession. There
was, instead, an impulse of exalted
service, of conservation to the divin-
ity in all things, even the lowliest.
AS he showed me these things this
majestic being Became Luminus with
A Light From Within and | beheld
in him The Perfect Christ Man, the
ultimate product of human growth,
and he smiled and said: sThis is the
life which is to be. This is humanity
as it will become when it finds itself.
This is Our World-Yours and Mine
when / shall have come into my In
heritance.
In one of her letters written to me
in 1913, she says: Il had such view
of Divine Life in every living thing,
yesterday morning, and | was shown
that what even seems insignificant is
really worthy of our devout attention.
Nothing God has made is insigniti-
cant. IL we realized this truth we
should see The Living God in every
thing as Christ and Walt Whitman
saw Him."
Such was the reach of her mind and
soul. and those who knew her best
knew that as far as she was able she
lived, as she was taught, from This
Light Within.
She is one of those who stand upon
! the border between the old order and
| The New She gathered the rich
sheaves of her experience in lessons
| for us who are left, and now she
| sends the RAYS of her dauntless cour-
age out over the waters that to us
are dark, mysterious, and fathomless,
| but upon which she fares forth-un-
| afraid!
| For the ignorant-those whose way
was unlighted by education, there was
| the spur of her ambition for them;
there was the formative power Of her
vision of what they would surely be-
come.
| For the sorrowful, there was the
| inspiration Of her counsel, the sus-
| tainment of her faith-Faith in The
Law of Absolute and Unfailing Good.
| For the poor and the friendless
there was her valor. For them she
was knight in armor; and there
was none so lowly but for him or her
she took her stand and held it, stead
fast-unswerving throughout the
| years.
As life gains in proportion as it is
responsive and sympathetic, so was
she, who left no earthly estate, rich
beyond the power of words to tell,
because she gave always-withhold-
ing nothing.
It is not conceivable that bodily
dissolution could halt the journey, nor
| thwart the quest of sucn a soul.
''Truth is within ourselves. 1t
takes no rise
From outward things, what'er you
may believe.
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