Many a choice gift of thought, of science, of philosophy,
of beauty, of poetry, has been brought to light in its time by the
seekers, but in vain. All rang empty, hollow, and heartless, like
sounding brass or tinkling cymbal, till the secret should be won.
And it is no unattainable secret. It is the love of Christ that
truly turneth all things into fine gold. One who has attained that
love has the true transmuting and transforming power of making life
golden, golden in brightness, in purity, in value, so as to be "a
present for a mighty King."
Then followed a description of the glory and worth of the true,
noble, faithful manhood of a "happy warrior," ever going forward and
carrying through achievements for the love of the Great Captain.
Each in turn, the protector of the weak, the redresser of wrong, the
patriot, the warrior, the scholar, the philosopher, the parent, the
wife, the sister, or the child, the healthful or the sick, whoever
has that one constraining secret, the love of Christ, has his service
even here, whether active or passive, veritably golden, the fruit
unto holiness, the end everlasting life.
Perhaps it was the cluster of young faces that led the preacher thus
to speak, and as he went on, he must have met the earnest and
responsive eyes that are sure to animate a speaker, and the power and
beauty of his words struck every one.
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