through the brain will not cause the throbbings of a once created mind to cease. It still works on and it works forever. It is the energy of God within and behind this individuality of ours. Yet who thinks of it? Who takes conscious cognizance of its presence? Who does otherwise than live and work, as though this life was all his own? True we have individuality, and we influence the course, each one of his own life, but who looks behind, in common thought, at the concealed springs of existence which lie within that individuality?
So we look forth upon the beauties of the floral world, or upward at the sunlit sky. The grass is growing beneath our feet, the brilliant flowers of a thousand hues adorn our garden beds, the luscious fruit is hanging from the bended boughs, the sky is filled with light for our coming and going steps, and displays all forms of beauty to our eyes. But is there any conscious thought as we see, and walk, and work amid them all, that the Lord's never ceasing inflow of Divine life is pushing up the grass on which we tread, is painting the blossoms with the pure white or flaming red, with gold or azure blue, is pouring the juicy current into the hanging fruit, or is making the world radiant with the light which illumines our daily walk?
Do we walk forth with the consciousness that it is God who by his ceaseless influence lights up the
