How wrong, God, for me to say, This is a cold, cheerless, cruel and unfeeling world; I wish I were out of it when You have robed it in so many beauties to render it a fitting habitation for your erring creatures! How wrong to give up to vain murmurings and regrets and to desire a speedy termination of my existence here when You have bequeathed everything to me necessary for my material prosperity and happiness as well as for my spiritual advancement and elevation!
Divine Father! Give me a spirit capable of justly and truly appreciating your glorious works, and, through them, of estimating your infinite worth and the power and glory of your all-permeating Spirit! Teach me to be as true to myself as Nature is to herself, and to make the sublime excellences of your paternal character as much my own as possible! And if it is my lot to travel the thorny road of trial and suffering and to drink deep of the bitter dregs of sorrow and adversity, may they be sweetened by the thoughts of a happier life awaiting me in that Bright Beyond where tears will be wiped away from all faces and unalloyed Peace and Blessedness crown the exultant spirit. May my soul prove as faithful to the laws, which govern it, as is the Great Throbbing Soul of the Universe, our Mother Nature, to those, which govern her. May I look to her for instruction and guidance and read in her mighty Book the indited lessons of human life, which teach us all true knowledge and wisdom and which will never lead us astray from the right path!
Pear, Pyrus communis, blossoms | Jacek Halicki | Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 International
