I do not hate, and I do not fear, and I shall stay with you until the day draws to its close. Are you sorry now that you let me speak again? When fear comes to your house, I will speak to you of courage. When hate shall menace you, I will turn it into love. I have found the Philosopher’s Stone that can transmute base metals into gold. Hate will be turned to love in this land where the Eagle cries. Listen to the cry of the Eagle. It is a free bird, and it flies high. Its message has only been hinted at, in the years that have yet been numbered. The Eagle will teach freedom. They will listen--across the sea. America is indeed the melting-pot of nations. I can find no better figure of speech. The German-American who is loyal to America now, who hides the tragedy in his heart behind a brave face, may also come through the furnace fine steel. I am glad you know that they suffer. Hold the loyal ones in your heart, with all other loyal Americans. So you will help in the process of melting. To some of them the tragedy will open the doors of initiation. Their loyalty to a pledge is a finer trial than the fire of a battlefield. Those who are loyal must not be made pariahs. Of those who are disloyal I say nothing, but leave them to the Law. The initiatory process! It has the earth in its grasp. There are those whom you love that it has in its grasp, too. They suffer, as you have suffered. But they shall find peace. LETTER XI MAKE CLEAN YOUR HOUSE _May 4, 1917._ DO you know that the human race is being weighed in the balances? Work and pray that it may not be found wanting. We who dwell in the clear light of that world which is to you the Other World, can see the handwriting on the wall. The world has been too dishonest. In an honest world, could this war have been? In the world that is to come, nation will not distrust nation, nor man distrust man. But now distrust is a necessary part of the human equipment. You may trust--but not too far. You may love your neighbor--but not too much. You may do to your brother as you would have him do to you--but not all the time. America was built on a foundation of ideals; but there is too much of the mud of personal seeking mixed with the good clay of your bricks. You washed away with your blood one plague-spot, that of slavery; but there is another plague-spot you have got to wash away. Will you do it with the free water of good will, or will you do it again with your blood? I wait to see. Do not say that the world’s troubles are over, because America has come into the war. The world’s troubles are not over. When the war is over--the greater war--make clean your house, O America! There is no other civilized country where the premiums upon dishonesty are so high.