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the hearts of women – of mothers and wives, and the virile affection of the hearts of men. God generates and<br />
calls forth love, for it is beauty infinite, and the characteristic of beauty is to create love.<br />
Who, on a summer day, with the sun illuminating the immense blue cupola above, with woods, fields,<br />
mountains, and seas offering up mute adoration to the Creator, who has not felt these radiations of love filling<br />
the universe? One must have refused to open his heart to these subtle influences if he ignores or denies them.<br />
Too many earthly souls, it is true, remain hermetically sealed to divine things. Or if they feel the harmonies<br />
and beauties, they hide the secret in themselves. They are ashamed to confess their consciousness of these<br />
great influences. Open the windows of your prison, O man, to the glory of life eternal, and that prison will be<br />
filled with light and melody! Your soul will be flooded with felicities and ecstasies indescribable. It will<br />
understand that it is surrounded by an ocean of love and divine force in whose waves it may bathe and be<br />
regenerated at will.<br />
A consciousness will come of the sovereign power of the universe which envelops and sustains us, and<br />
that by invoking it, and addressing to it an ardent appeal, the soul will be penetrated by its presence and love.<br />
These things are difficult to express; they are only understood by those who have tasted them. Nevertheless, all<br />
can arrive at this knowledge, and can possess it by awakening the divine in themselves. There is no man so<br />
wicked, who in the hour of suffering does not become dimly conscious of higher things, who does not feel a<br />
little of the divine love filtering through him. It is only necessary to feel these impressions once never to forget<br />
them, and when the evening of life comes with disenchantments, when the twilight shadows fall about us, then<br />
these powerful sensations awaken in us the memory of all the joys we have felt; and the souvenir of hours<br />
when we have truly loved, like a delicious dew descends upon our souls, dried by the arid winds of trials and<br />
sorrows.<br />
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