The Pleasantville press. (Pleasantville, N.J.) 1912-1929, 1926-07-16
BY DIR. FRANK CRANE.

BY DIR. FRANK CRANE.
Concluded from friday
The most blighting unbelief is
unbelief in true love; the most
terrible doubt is the doubt Of it;
the most immoral life is the life
that has discarded it.
We are 80 constituted that
nothing can continue to hold our
interest that is not mysterious.
Nothing is stranger than true
love. Its coming is a miracle.
Over and over lovers ask, "Why
do you love me?"
1t is in an Indian song the
maiden asks:
"Is it true, is it true, that your
love travelled alone through ages
and worlds in search of me?
SIS it true that the mystery of
the infinite is written on this lit
tie forehead of miner"
True love knows it can never
know all the soul of the beloved.
Always it is fathomless sea in
which it plunges, wide sky into
which it gazes. 1t is only false
love or base desire which knows
all and is bored.
True Love Is a Revealer.
When true love comes to a
youth, he is seized first of all
with a sense of unworthiness.
What is he that he should even
touch the hem Of her robe?
All his weaknesses, failings
from high honor, lapses Of moral
courage, defects in ideals, stand
out, as spiders and lizards in
cellar are exposed by bringing in
a lamp.
What all lectures, moral teach
ings and dry information could
not do, love does, in flash. Un-
til true love comes, no soul can
see itself.
There is no standard so high,
no requirement so exacting, as
that of true love. It will have no
less than perfection. 1t is the
binding light of God.
1t says, "You must be great.
You must be noble. For I cannot
live with narrowness, sordidness
and pettiness."
If we only do not grow afraid,
if we listen to it, and keep COM
ing back to it after every lapse,
il we recognize it as the one
thing needful in life and cling to
it whatever befalls, then little by
little we become great-souled,
high-minded, strong and deep in
character, refined in texture, ever
less the animal and more the hui
man.
True Love Is True Wisdom.
It is said that love is blind.
That is not true. Love is the on
~ thing that can see. Whoever
sees truly sees beauty. For ug-
Illness is only veil. We say that
1--we 10 w tbC oioi
face, the unshapely form, the men,
tai and moral failings of it's OBJ
ject No so. 1t sees beneath all
of these to an inner beauty.
Every soul is beautiful, divine,
marvellous as star, if eyes can
but see it. Its responsiveness is
an excrescence, concealing itself
from itself, and from others.
The reason why the lover is In
such raptures over his beloved,
in whom we with dead eyes can
perceive only most common
place girl, is that he is under the
spell of power that gives him
an x-ray vision, and the charm of
a human soul is revealed to him;
and whoever really sees a human
soul is as If he had seen God.
True love alone is just, for we
are never just except to those we
love.
True Love Brings True Nobility.
"Das Ewig Wiebliche zieht uns
hinan," said Goethe. "The eter-
nally feminine leads us on"
1t is true love that guides us to
the heights. All the sorrow, illu-
sion and tragedy of love have
been due to its base mixture.
True love is forever triumphant,
glad, good.
It sometimes accepts renuncia-
ton instead of unworthy fulfill
ment; but even then it has great
peace.
Sometimes comes bereavement
but true love tramples under foot
even death, for life is raised to a
higher plane, and the soul be-
comes great.
True love knows no jealousy,
for that is a disease of egotism
and pride. True love forgives all
things, believes all things, hopes
all things.
True love is as different from
blind passion as the sun is diff
ferent from the lightning flash.
It never wants revenge, never