Honor him whose life is perpetual victory; him, who, by sympathy with
the invisible and real, finds support in labor, instead of praise; who
does not shine, and would rather not. With eyes open, he makes the
choice of virtue, which outrages the virtuous; of religion, which
churches stop their discords to burn and exterminate; for the highest
virtue is always against the law.
Miracle comes to the miraculous, not to the arithmetician. Talent and
success interest me but moderately. The great class, they who affect
our imagination, the men who could not make their hands meet around
their objects, the rapt, the lost, the fools of ideas,—they suggest what
they cannot execute. They speak to the ages, and are heard from afar.
The Spirit does not love cripples and malformations. If there ever was
a good man, be certain, there was another, and will be more.
And so in relation to that future hour, that spectre clothed with beauty
at our curtain by night, at our table by day,—the apprehension, the
assurance of a coming change. The race of mankind have always offered
at least this implied thanks for the gift of existence,—namely, the
terror of its being taken away; the insatiable curiosity and appetite
for its continuation. The whole revelation that is vouchsafed us, is,
the gentle trust, which, in our experience we find, will cover also with
flowers the slopes of this chasm.
Of immortality, the soul, when well employed, is incurious. It is so
well, that it is sure it will be well. It asks no questions of the
Supreme Power. The son of Antiochus asked his father, when he would join
battle? "Dost thou fear," replied the King, "that thou only in all the
army wilt not hear the trumpet?" ’Tis a higher thing to confide, that,
if it is best we should live, we shall live,—’tis higher to have this
conviction, than to have the lease of indefinite centuries and
millenniums and æons. Higher than the question of our duration is the
question of our deserving. Immortality will come to such as are fit for
it, and he who would be a great soul in future, must be a great soul
now. It is a doctrine too great to rest on any legend, that is, on any
man’s experience but our own. It must be proved, if at all, from our
own activity and designs, which imply an interminable future for their
play.
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