MY HEART sings at the wonder of my place in this world of light and life; at the feel in my pulse of the rhythm of creation cadenced by the swing of the endless time. I feel the tenderness of the grass in my forest walk, the wayside flowers startle me: that the gifts of the infinite are strewn in the dust wakens my song in wonder. I have seen, have heard, have lived; in the depth of the known have felt the truth that exceeds all knowledge which fills my heart with wonder and I sing.
THE CHILD WHO is decked with prince's robes and who has jewelled chains round his neck loses all pleasure in his play; his dress hampers him at every step. In fear that it may be frayed, or stained with dust he keeps himself from the world, and is afraid even to move. Mother, it is no gain, thy bondage of finery, if it keep one shut off from the healthful dust of the earth, if it rob one of the right of entrance to the great fair of common human life.
