about it until it rises into the light of heaven, glorious with fields and
trees and human habitation, so
“ Let knowledge grow from more to more
But more of reverence in us dwell
That mind and soul according well,
May make one music as before,
But vaster.’’
Giotto has a famous painting in which he represents a beautiful wo
man standing upon bags of gold, looking away into the open heaven,
out of which “ the pierced hand” reaches to her a human heart, which
she in turn, passes on to the world. It is a beautiful conception of
Charity. The supreme glory of life is not gold, but a human heart.
The task of religion is to keep the human heart above the bags of gold,
to preserve the man, the woman, the child upright and sound amid the
w heels of industry and trade.
The men who are to hold the human heart above the bags of go d
are not pessimists. Many people live on the northeast side of life, with
its starved, bleak, desolate aspect. Ask them to suppor
gracious enterprise and they turn on you with a whine or a snarl an
say “ la m always giving.” But how delightful to find a man wli
lives on the bright side of life, who wonders that you did not call before,
a n l hopes that you wiU soon call again. South, due South! the sunny
side, the side of the palm tree, of the bird, ot music, green pasture,
blushing cluster, soft blue heaven.
. .
Move from Grumble Lane and its Pessimism to Thanksgiving Street
anT hie°w h™ re to hold the human heart above the bags of gold will
not be those depending upon their ancestry, for some people are like pota-
Z - t h e best part of them is under ground-their ancestor are buried;
nor those who are always complaining of the place of their birth an
of their opportunities for an education. The city directory tells where
a man resides. His absorbing interest tells where he lives. You cannot
make a Shetland pony run a mile in 2:10. It isn't in it! The poss.buHty
is not there. Nor can you make a $10,000 man out of a two-cent boy
“ Professor, I know my boy is rather slow,but in the two years
a
you have had charge of his education, he must have developed a
tendency in some direction or other. What occupation do you suggest
as a possible outlet for his energies, such as they are?”
“ Well, Sir, I think he is admirably fitted for taking moving pictures
°f You remember the story of the old 'Bus Driver, with whom Thomas
Carlyle often rode. One day Carlyle got down off the Bus, when a
garrulous traveler, remaining behind, said sneeringly to the Driver.