Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1922-08-12
THE INNER LIGHT
By DR.. Frank Crane

Ano Luner Llgnt mas always been followed
by the best portion of the human race.
IN every time and in every cline GER
tain souls have believed in it. It has been
sought by Buddhists in the Orient, by the
ancient Hebrews, by the Egyptians, and by
the Greeks. -
The Christian literature of the Middle
Ages is full of it.
Although creeds decay and the forms If
churches change, and all that is past feels
the erect OF time, yet somehow the doc
tr1ne OF the Inner Light persists The rea-
SON of this is that it corresponds to an in
extlngu1shable instinct in human beings.
Man is more than an animal. He il even
more than an animal that thinks There
is in him an undying flame, an aspiration
toward the infinite, a reaching out toward
tnat vast SPIRITUAL unknown that surrounds
him, even as the mighty physical universe
with its galaxies surrounds this earthly
ball.
AS in former days the young knights set
out upon the quest of the Holy Grail. SO
today among the throng of young souls in
this modern era of mechanics and de-
mocracy there are many who are smitten
with the same longing. In dusty shops, in
busy Offices upon lonely farms, bows and
girls are dreaming high dreams and con-
ce1V1ng shy but passionate adventures in
beauty and in truth.
So will there always be. The human race
Is divine sort of thing. The rain from the
infinite never ceases to fall upon the garden
Of souls.
Most Of us who reach mature age look
back with regret at our early ideals. 9th
ers may praise us and call us wise and
practical because we have deserted them
and we may even congratulate ourselves, but
deep within us is the consciousness of a GER
tain failure.
The best beauty of youth is the clear
burning of this Inner Light. The great
est tragedy of old age is it's extinguishment.
That man is most entitled to be called
a success in this life who has always fol-
lowed the CLEAN. And that man is most
certainly failure who has turned his
back upon this light, no matter how full his
hands are of treasure, and no matter how
richly he may be dressed up in dtstinc-
ton.
Thomas Hood expressed this in simple
language:
I remember I remember
The house where I was born
The little window where the sun
came peeping in at morn;
l remember, I remember
The ffr-trees dark and high:
[ used to think their slender tons
Were close against the sky;
1t was a childish ignorance
But now tits little joy
10 know m farther off from heav'n
Than when I was a boy.
To meet a soul who has never lost the
Inner Light, and who even in old age
follows on faithfully, is a rarer privilege
than to be a friend of millionaires or to
consort with kings.
No better purpose can be fixed in the
young soul than to resolve:
That no day Of life may lack romance.
The spiritual stars rise nightly, shedding
down
| A private beam into each several heart
| One thing in favor of the dances, they don't
move around enough to wear out the carpet
The man who tells everything he knows isn't
as bad as the one who doesn't stop at what
| he knows.
1t is easy for a good-looking girl to catch a
man because she has such fine cooperation.
| Cheer up Five months from now we will
| wish we had some heat.