Spirit and foot rule have nothing to do with each other. The
same light comes out of a dew-drop that comes out of the
sun. The smallest bird that trills its infinitesimal melody
utters occasional notes that would blend with the voluminous
progressions of the grandest oratorio, or that would even
chime in with the anthem of the heavenly host praising God and
singing, “Glory to God in the highest.” And as the little note
of the bird fits the splendid symphony of the angel-choir,
so thought is still thought everywhere, mind is mind in both
worlds, the sea-shell yet hums the murmur of the sea whence it
sprang, the younger star still moves in the orbit it learned
while one with the parent star from which it was born, God and
man think in the same vernacular, the Father and His children
understand each other, the hills and the mountains are divine
thoughts done in stone, and in the heavens the interpreting mind
of man calmly fronts and steadily reads the meaning of God, and
in the scintillant paragraphs of the star-dotted sky, with a
divine genius, spells out thought that lay eternal in the great
Mind before ever He said, “Let there be light.”--CHARLES H.
WINTHROP PACKARD, “Wild Pastures.”
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=Unity of the Soul=--See SOUL A UNITY.