Now, we have a large number of great men in the world, who rise like pyramids from a level plain, but tho greatest of them all is conscious of inexhaustible resources and feels capable of doing grander things than any yet achieved. This is a very startling fact. No man ever got to the end of himself, for somehow a groat deed simply opens the door to other deeds still greater. But there is another fact which is pain fully pathetic—namely, that there are hosts of men in every rank of life who are striving hard to make both ends meet, and who have tho undeveloped capacity for greatness. Give them tho opportunities of education and environment and they will attain an eminence now beyond tho reach of their vision. The earth is full of undeveloped greatness—greatness suppres sed by oiicurastance. Therefore, there will bo a second and a third act to this drama. Another life will furnish what has for a time been refused. Tho purpose wrought into the soul by its Creator will be attained hereafter. Death is only tho servant who opens the door when Providence ring tho bell, and ushers you into the larger building where you will have the chance to become a larger man.
Amid the drudgery and hardship of lifo keep that truth in mind and it will clear the fogs away and leave you in sunaline. Wo are on tho road Home, and the way is sometimes dark and dreary, but when we get there, we shall seethatovory experience of earth was intended to fit us for the higher joys of heaven.
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