Social history; United States -- Social conditions -- 1865-1918
In religion I have seen the dark ministrations of terror give way before
the radiant gospel of hope. I remember when Doctrine sat beside the bed
of death, and offered its flimsy synonym to the eyes upon which the
awful, eternal truth was about to dawn. I remember when a man with a
poor diploma and a human commission assumed to hold the keys of heaven
and hell in his hands, and to dispense to those who would listen to him
such immortality as he thought fit. I remember when it went hard with
those who, in forming their religious opinions, persisted in daring to
use the critical power of their own judgment. They were lonely saints;
they wandered in highways and byways, unrecognized, excommunicated of
men. No one had power to burn their bodies, but it was hoped that their
souls would not escape the torment of eternal flame. I have seen this
time, and I have lived to see a time in which these rejected stones,
hewn and polished by God's hand, have come to be recognized as
corner-stones in the practical religious building of the age. What a
discredit was it once to hear Theodore Parker! How happy are they now
esteemed who have heard him! Let not Mr. Emerson's urbanity lead him to
forget the days in which polite Boston laughed him to scorn. Brook Farm
was once looked upon as a most amusing caricature. But when the world
learned something about Nathaniel Hawthorne, George Ripley, William
Henry Channing, John Dwight, and George William Curtis, the public heart
bowed itself with remorseful homage before the ruined threshold of what
was, with all its shortcomings, a blameless temple to ideal humanity.
It is quite true that every change which I have seen in the society of
my time cannot be said to be, in itself, for the better. The price of
progress, like that of liberty, is eternal vigilance.
A time of religious enfranchisement may induce a period of religious
indifference. Cosmopolitan enlargement may weaken the force of
patriotism. The charity of society may degenerate into an indifference
concerning private morals, which, if it could prevail, would go far
towards destroying public ones. Humanity ever needs the watchman on the
tower. It needs the warning against danger, the guidance out of it. I
can imagine a set of prophets less absolute than the Hebrew seers, whose
denunciation of evils, near or present, should always couple itself with
profound and sober suggestions of help. And this will be the work of
faith in our day, to believe in the good which can overcome the evil,
and to seek it with earnest and brave persistence.
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