Precept and Practice – AUGUST 7 – Love
Self is the only prison that ever binds the soul;
Love is the only angel who can bid the gates unroll:
And when he comes to call thee, arise and follow fast,
His way may lie thro’ darkness, but it leads to light at last.
There are many kinds of love, as many kinds of light,
And every kind of love makes a glory in the night.
There is love that stirs the heart, and love that gives it rest,
But the love that leads life upward is the noblest and the best.
(Henry van Dyke)
Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all the chords with might ;
Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass’d in music out of sight.
(Tennyson)
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From the Introduction to Precept and Practice
The kindly welcome given to my other little books, ‘Being and Doing’ and ‘Character and Conduct,’ must be my excuse for adding another collection of extracts to the number now in circulation.
The quotations are gathered from the books of many earnest thinkers, and deal with Life in all its length and breadth, with ourselves, our characters, our plain unvarnished faults and weaknesses, our often untoward circumstances, and with all that drags us down;- with our purposes, our religion, our love and friendships, and with all that uplifts us;- with our relation to others, our influence and responsibilities, and finally with those stages of our journey which bring us to the Road’s Last Turn and to the Silent Land.
CONSTANCE M. WHISHAW
Suffolk Vicar 
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