. The book of months . ings, yet I do not for a mo-ment believe that this impious gabble is the result ofreligion, but rather of the grossest irreligion on the partof its exponents. For I know that the contemplationof God is my duty, and if I make it my whole and ab-sorbing duty I cannot go very far astray. For aboveall things is God love, and above all things is He beauty,and the love which engirdles Him joins without breakto the human love which it is our duty always to giveand take, giving with both hands and taking by thearmful. So, too. His beauty joins without break to thebeauty of all H
. The book of months . ings, yet I do not for a mo-ment believe that this impious gabble is the result ofreligion, but rather of the grossest irreligion on the partof its exponents. For I know that the contemplationof God is my duty, and if I make it my whole and ab-sorbing duty I cannot go very far astray. For aboveall things is God love, and above all things is He beauty,and the love which engirdles Him joins without breakto the human love which it is our duty always to giveand take, giving with both hands and taking by thearmful. So, too. His beauty joins without break to thebeauty of all He has made, and in the golden hair ofwomen and in the rose petal, in the smooth, swift limbsof youth and in the faceted diamond, in the curvesof a girls lips and in the rose-colored clouds in theblue chalice of the sky of morning, equally and every-where must we look for and absorb the beauty whichis implanted there. It is here that Christianity, withits mournful, man - invented morality, has gone so far 219 ■#•■. .. .— IT-- ,^^-^^
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