"As when by drastic lift
Of pent volcanic fires,
The dripping form of a new
Island springs to meet the airs,
So from our deeps we rise."

"Now will I rise, saith the Lord; . . . now will I lift up myself." "At the lifting up of thyself the nations were scattered."

It is the rise of the Divine Will to see, when the blind beggar throws aside his ragged garments and runs to the waiting Jesus. It is the rise of its pent up fragrance when the tightly closed petals of the rose fall back and the hidden splendors of color and perfume face the sun, uncramped forever.

"Dost thou ask what Christianity is?" says the Mohammedan Sufi, forgetful of creed and country: "I shall tell it thee: It digs up thine own ego, and carries it up to God."

It is the rise of the divine ego that makes a man victoriously bold. "Come boldly unto the throne," said Paul. "Boldness bath genius, power, and magic in it; what you can do or dream you can, begin it. Therefore be bold!" Persist like Jacob.

Though my low views have sent me loss of friends, pain, humiliation, yet truly am I strong son of God, with dominion in all my vital sap. I am at my roots greater than my environments and the shadows of hardship with which by turning from the Highest I have darkened my path! And Omnipotence stands before me and behind me, at my right and at my left, above me and below me, to serve my rising commandings, as He Himself bath voiced by priests and prophets, and the young eagle's springing.