Love is kindly toward those who have a tragedy written in the sharpened countenance.

Love is patient toward those who have lost fidelity, as a man loses a golden coin; who have lost morality as one who flounders in the Alpine drifts.

And this religion of love takes on a thousand modern forms.

If it is not rowing out against the darkness and storm, as did Grace Darling to save the shipwrecked, it is going forth to those tossed upon life's billows, to succor and to save.

For love is making the individual life beautiful, making the home beautiful, and will at last make the church and state beautiful.