soul and personality, which much of the world has not yet learned to value at its worth. Robert. Browning's familiar three stanzas express this so well that we repeat them here. They are from "Rabbi Ben Ezra", a poem of efficiency, of human life, as well as of God:—
"Not on the vulgar mass
Called 'work' must sentence pass,
Things done that took the eye and had the price;
O'er which, from level stand,
The low world laid its hand,
Found straightway to its mind, could value in a trice:
But all the world's coarse thumb
And fingers failed to plumb,
So passed in making up the main account;
All instincts immature,
All purposes unsure,
That weighed not as his work, yet swelled the man's amount:
Thoughts hardly to be packed
Into a narrow act,
Fancies that broke through language and escaped;
All I could never be,
All, men ignored in me,
This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped."
Thought, like almost nothing else in the whole world, makes for both of these, for human personality, and for success as measured by dollars and cents.
