THE PERSONAL SAVIOUR

consciousness in this deep unity of ail things is to hâve deliverance as an expérience.

Deep as the universe is my life — ^nothing can destroy, nothing can harm me.^

We hâve already seen that there is nothing evil if a man hâve mastery over it ; and this mastery, in its ultimate issue, is defined as the rise and estabUshment of the inward kingdom at the core of personal life, and the détermination of effort f rom it. " Whosoever is begotten of God, cannot sin."

One of the most beautiful aspects of Carpenter's teaching on this point is his repeated insistence on the f act that one person may be the mediator of this deliverance to another; conspicuously to some, potentially to ail, the redemptive fonction is given. In an exquisite love-song — for it is Love's secret — he speaks to his friend :

Now when I am near to you, dear friend,

Psassing out of myself, being delivered —

Through those eyes and lips and hands, so loved, so ardently loved,

I am become free ;

In the Sound of your voice I dweU

As in a world defended from evil.

Wbat I am accounted by the world to be — ail that I leave behind ;

It is nothing to me any longer.

Like one who leaves a house mth ail its mouldy old fumiture and pitches his camp under heaven's blue,

[ON BT LOVE

So I tàkt iqi Dy ahode in yoar I fbid my deirnonmoe in yon.^

Not kss beautifnlly does he sing of one whose

shall be like a c^^e, wlim men may bury Sin and aoaoïr and sham^ to lise in tfae new day GlockNB ont of tbeir gra^e.*

Some there are \dio seek f w deliverance by mental and religioiis practice ; it is one of the roads, of wUch there are not a f ew ; but if one wonld leam freedom, let him seek it also — bis '' passage and swift deKverance " ' — ^in men and wcMnen. Ahnost any one wiU do, if you bave the key to bis beart, tbe adit, tbe love-rigbt of entry.

Now «bo ao despîsed and lost, bat ndiat àhall be my >

Is tfaere «Hie yet sick and snffering in tfae whole world ? or defonned, condemned, degiaded ?

Thitfaer hastenîng, I am at rest — ^for this one can absolve me.

O» I am gieedy of love — aU, ail are beautiful to me I

Yon are my deliverers every one — from death, from sin, from evil—

I float, I dissolve in yen !

O bars of sdf , yen cannot shnt me now.

0 frailest child. O Uackest criminal,

Whoe'er yon are I never can repay you — tfaough tfae world despise you. you are glorious to me ; For you bave saved me from myself.

You ddivered me wfaen I was in prison —

1 r. D,, p. 273. » Ibid., p. 183. » Ibid,, p. 285.