A very little girl, having received some dim impression
regarding the soul, was asking her mother what it was. “Can you
feel the soul, mother; can you hear it?” she asked, and then,
“can you see it?” The mother answered that the soul could not
be felt or heard, but that sometimes it seemed as if we could
see it in the eyes. “Let me see yours,” said the little one, and
gazing into the mother’s dear eyes she saw there the tiny image
of herself, and exclaimed, “O mother, your soul is a little
child!”
It would be profitable to all of us if we would ask ourselves this
question, “Is my soul a little child?” (Text.)
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