ABSTRACT
Is it not beautiful to watch the growth of souls and spirits, especially when they first seem to spring forth? To see the dull eyes shoot forth glances of intelligence, as if the spirit became conscious of many beautiful existences, to see the heavy head raised, the whole body become more self-controlled, to see the struggle, the wild, questioning glance, as if the powers of perception were not strong enough to keep pace with the eagerness of the spirit. This spirit will rise into God's own sunlight and live there free and obedient.
