第7部分(第2/6 页)

he　wide　universe　is　full　of　good；　no　kernel　of　nourishing　corn　can　e　to　him　but　through　his　toil　bestowed　on　that　plot　of　ground　which　is　given　to　him　to　till。　The　power　which　resides　in　him　is　new　in　nature；　and　none　but　he　knows　what　that　is　which　he　can　do；　nor　does　he　know　until　he　has　tried。　Not　for　nothing　one　face；　one　character；　one　fact　makes　much　impression　on　him；　and　another　none。　This　sculpture　in　the　memory　is　not　without　preestablished　harmony。　The　eye　was　placed　where　one　ray　should　fall　that　it　might　testify　of　that　particular　ray。　We　but　half　express　ourselves；　and　are　ashamed　of　that　divine　idea　which　each　of　us　represents。　It　may　be　safely　trusted　as　proportionate　and　of　good　issues；　so　it　be　faithfully　imparted；　but　God　will　not　have　his　work　made　manifest　by　cowards。　A　man　is　relieved　and　gay　when　he　has　put　his　heart　into　his　work　and　done　his　best；　but　what　he　has　said　or　done　otherwise　shall　give　him　no　peace。　It　is　a　deliverance　which　does　not　deliver。　In　the　attempt　his　genius　deserts　him；　no　muse　befriends；　no　invention；　no　hope。

Trust　thyself；　every　heart　vibrates　to　that　iron　string。　Accept　the　place　the　divine　providence　has　found　for　you；　the　society　of　your　contemporaries；　the　connection　of　events。　Great　men　have　always　done　so；　and　confided　themselves　childlike　to　the　genius　of　their　age；　betraying　their　perception　that　the　absolutely　trustworthy　was　seated　at　their　heart；　working　through　their　hands；　predominating　in　all　their　being。　And　we　are　now　men　and　must　accept　in　the　highest　mind　the　same　transcendent　destiny；　and　not　minors　and　invalids　in　a　protected　corner；　not　cowards　fleeing　before　a　revolution；　but　guides；　redeemers；　and　benefactors；　obeying　the　Almighty　effort；　and　advancing　on　Chaos　and　the　Dark。

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