Looking out on the
clouds at sunset, the thought of God as constantly evolving beauty from His own
being into all created forms, struck me forcibly, as the right idea of our
lives; that, like Him, we should be full of all truth and love, and so grow
into beauty ourselves, and impart loveliness to all we breathe upon, or touch.
Inspiration from Him is all we have to impart in blessing to others.
What is the meaning
of these moods and states that fetter some of us so? I have seen life just as I
see it now, and been glad in it, while for many months all things have brought
me a nightmare feeling that I could not shake off. I know it is the same world,
the same life, the same God; I do not doubt Him, nor the great and good ends
that He is working out for all; yet nothing wears its old delight.
SOURCE: Daniel
Dulany Addison, Lucy Larcom: Life, Letters, and Diary, pp. 109-10
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