It makes a
nameless want in the world, and people's hearts ache for it and long to
be satisfied. They somehow feel there is somewhere a blessing that
might be blesseder, a beauty that should be more beautiful. It is then
that the little unfledged wish is near, and they feel its longing to be
made complete,--to be given wings and power to rise to heaven. Yes;
one ought not to make a good wish and let it go,--not to perish (for
nothing is lost in this world), but to be unfulfilled forever. One
ought to strengthen it day by day until it changes from a wish to an
endeavor, and then day by day from an endeavor to an achievement, and
then the world is better for it and glad of it, and its record goes
above. If all the people who wish to do wonderful things did them, how
blessed it would be! If all the people who wish to be good were good,
ah, then there would be no more disappointment nor tears nor heartache
in the world!"
Larry pondered an instant after the voice had ceased, and then said
slowly: "I _kind_ o' think I know what you mean. You think I 'd ought
to be workin'. But what could I do? There ain't nothin' I could be
doin'."
"Did n't I hear you complaining of me a little while ago, because I did
not carry heavy enough loads of honeysuckle scent and did not come
often enough? I carried all I was able to bear, for I am not very
strong nowadays, and I came as often as I could.
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