And yet listen: a proud and lofty word has been spoken, a word that has
in a measure undammed the springs of life. For one instant has a soul
dared to reveal itself, even such as it is in love and sorrow, such as
it is in face of death and in the solitude that dwells around the stars
of night. Disquiet prevails, on some faces there is astonishment, others
smile. But have you never felt at moments such as those how unanimous is
the fervor wherewith every soul admires, and how unspeakably even the
very feeblest, from the remotest depths of its dungeon, approves the
word it has recognized as akin to itself? For they have all suddenly
sprung to life again in the primitive and normal atmosphere that is
their own; and could you but hearken with angels' ears, I doubt not but
you would hear mightiest applause in that kingdom of amazing radiance
wherein the souls do dwell.
Do you not think that even the most timid of them would take courage
unto themselves were but similar words to be spoken every evening? Do
you not think that men would live purer lives? And yet though the word
come not again, still will something momentous have happened, that must
leave still more momentous trace behind. Every evening will its sisters
recognize the soul that pronounced the word, and henceforth, be the
conversation never so trivial, its mere presence will, I know not how,
add thereto something of majesty. Whatever else betide, there has been a
change that we cannot determine. No longer will such absolute power be
vested in the baser side of things, and henceforth, even the most
terror-stricken of souls will know that there is somewhere a place of
refuge....
Certain it is that the natural and primitive relationship of soul to
soul is a relationship of beauty. For beauty is the only language of our
soul; none other is known to it. It has no other life, it can produce
nothing else, in nothing else can it take interest. And therefore it is
that the most oppressed, nay, the most degraded of souls--if it may
truly be said that a soul can be degraded--immediately hail with
acclamation every thought, every word or deed, that is great and
beautiful.
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