It Smote Me To The Heart That

The Vedic Literature Opens To Us A Chapter In What Has Been Called The Education Of The Human Race To Which We Can Find No Parallel Anywhere Else.

Would Not The Child's Heart Break In Despair When The First Cold Storm Of The World Sweeps Over It, If The Warm Sunlight Of Love From The Eyes Of Mother And Father Did Not Shine Upon Him Like The Soft Reflection Of Divine Light And Love?

Soon The Child Learns That There Are Strangers, And Ceases To Be A Child.

Yes, Now I Understood For The First Time That My Soul Was Not So Poor And Empty As It Had Seemed To Me, And That It Had Been Only The Sun That Was Lacking To Open All Its Germs, And Buds To The Light.

While The River Of Life Glides Along Smoothly, It Remains The Same River; Only The Landscape On Either Bank Seems To Change.