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First Line: Do not hurry: have faith
Last Line: Behold! You shall be lord and sovereign of all things.
Subject(s): Faith; Religion; Belief; Creed; Theology

DO not hurry: have faith.
Remember that if you become famous you can never share the lot of those who
pass by unnoticed from the cradle to the grave, nor take part in the last
heroism of their daily life;
If you seek and encompass wealth and ease the divine outlook of poverty
cannot be yours—nor shall you feel all your days the loving and
constraining touch of Nature and Necessity;
If you are successful in all you do, you cannot also battle magnificently
against odds;
If you have fortune and good health and a loving wife and children, you
cannot also be of those who are happy without these things.

Covet not overmuch. Let the strong desires come and go; refuse them not,
disown them not; but think not that in them lurks finally the thing you want.
Presently they will fade away and into the intolerable light will dissolve
like gossamers before the sun.


Do not hurry: have faith.
The sportsman does not say, I will start a hare at the corner of this
field, or I will shoot a turkey-buzzard at the foot of that tree;
But he stands indifferent and waits on emergency, and so makes himself
master of it.
So do you stand indifferent, and by faith make yourself master of your
For all things are possible, yet at any one time and place only one thing
is possible;
And all things are good, yet at any one time and place can you extract the
good only from that which is before you.
Have faith. If that which rules the universe were alien to your soul, then
nothing could mend your state—there were nothing left but to fold your
hands and be damned everlastingly.
But since it is not so—why what can you wish for more?—all things
are given into your hands.
Do you pity a man who having a silver mine on his estate loses a shilling
in a crack in his house-floor?
And why should another pity you?


Do not hurry.
As at the first day the clouds suffused with light creep over the edges of
the hills, the young poplar poises itself like an arrow planted in the ground,
the birds warble with upturned bills to the sun;
The sun rises on hundreds of millions of human beings; the hemisphere of
light follows the hemisphere of darkness, and a great wave of life rushes round
the globe;
The little pigmies stand on end (like iron filings under a magnet) and then
they fall prone again. And this has gone on for millions of years and will go on
for millions more.

Absolve yourself to-day from the bonds of action.
[Wait, wait ever for the coming of the Lord. See that you are ready for his
Begin to-day to understand that which you will not understand when you read
these words for the first time, nor perhaps when you have read them for the
hundredth time.
Begin to-day to understand why the animals are not hurried, and do not
concern themselves about affairs, nor the clouds nor the trees nor the
stars—but only man—and he but for a few thousand years in history.
[For it is one thing to do things, but another to be concerned about the
doing of them.]
Behold the animals. There is not one but the human soul lurks within it,
fulfilling its destiny as surely as within you.
The elephant, the gnat floating warily towards its victim, the horse
sleeping by stolen snatches in the hot field at the plough, or coming out of the
stable of its own accord at the sound of the alarm bell and placing itself in
the shafts of the fire-engine—sharing the excitement of the men; the cats
playing together on the barn floor, thinking no society equal to theirs, the ant
bearing its burden through the grass—
Do you think that these are nothing more than what you see? Do you not know
that your mother and your sister and your brother are among them?


I saw deep in the eyes of the animals the human soul look out upon me.
I saw where it was born deep down under feathers and fur, or condemned for
awhile to roam fourfooted among the brambles. I caught the clinging mute glance
of the prisoner, and swore that I would be faithful.
Thee my brother and sister I see and mistake not. Do not be afraid.
Dwelling thus and thus for a while, fulfilling thy appointed time—thou too
shalt come to thyself at last.
Thy half-warm horns and long tongue lapping round my wrist do not conceal
thy humanity any more than the learned talk of the pedant conceals his—for
all thou art dumb we have words and plenty between us.
Come nigh little bird with your half-stretched quivering wings—within
you I behold choirs of angels, and the Lord himself in vista.
Crooning and content the old hen sits—her thirteen chicks cheep
cheerily round her, or nestle peeping out like little buds from under her wings;

Keen and motherly is her eye, placid and joyful her heart, as the sun
shines warm upon them.


Do not hurry: have faith.
[Whither indeed should we hurry? is it not well here?
A little shelter from the storm, a stack of fuel for winter use, a few
handfuls of grain and fruit—
And lo! the glory of all the earth is ours.]
The main thing is that the messenger is perhaps even now at your
door—and to see that you are ready for his arrival.
A little child, a breath of air, an old man hobbling on crutches, a bee
lighting on the page of your book—who knows whom He may send?
Some one diseased or dying, some friendless, outcast, criminal—
One whom it shall ruin your reputation to be seen with—yet see that
you are ready for his arrival.
Likely whoever it is his coming will upset all your carefully laid plans;
Your most benevolent designs will likely have to be laid aside, and he will
set you to some quite commonplace business, or perhaps of dubious
Or send you a long and solitary journey; perhaps he will bring you letters
of trust to deliver—perhaps the prince himself will appear—
Yet see that you are ready for his arrival.

Is your present experience hard to bear?
Yet remember that never again perhaps in all your days will you have
another chance of the same.
Do not fly the lesson, but have a care that you master it while you have
the opportunity.


These things I say not in order to excite thought in you—rather to
destroy it—
Or if to excite thought, then to excite that which destroys itself;
For what I say is not born of thought and does not demand thought either
for comprehension or proof;
And whoever dwells among thoughts dwells in the region of delusion and
disease—and though he may appear wise and learned yet his wisdom and
learning are as hollow as a piece of timber eaten out by white ants.
Therefore though thought should gird you about, remember and forget not to
disendue it, as a man takes off his coat when hot; and as a skilful workman lays
down his tool when done with, so shall you use thought and lay it quietly aside
again when it has served your purpose.


A veil of illusion hangs following the lines of all things,
Over the trees and running waters, and up the sides of the mountains and
over the sea and the cities, and circling the birds in the air as they fly—

So that these themselves you see not, only the indications of them, and
yourself you see not, only the indication.
As long as through the eyes of desire, and of this and that, you
look—and of vanity; as long as you hurry after results and are overwhelmed
with the importance of anything you can do or leave undone—so long will the
veil lie close, do not be deceived.

On all sides God surrounds you, staring out upon you from the mountains and
from the face of the rocks, and of men, and of animals.
Will you rush past for ever insensate and blindfold—hurrying
breathless from one unfinished task to another, and to catch your ever departing
trains—as if you were a very Cain flying from his face?

Resume the ancient dignity of your race, lost, almost forgotten as it is.
What is it surely that you are fretting about? Is it the fashions, or what
men say about you, or the means of livelihood, or is it the sense of duty this
way and that, or trivial desires, that will not let you rest?
Are you so light, like a leaf, that such things as these will move
you—are you so weak that one such slender chain will deprive you of
inestimable Freedom?
And yet the lilies of the field and the beasts that have no banks of
deposit or securities are not anxious: they have more dignity than you.

As long as you harbor motives so long are you giving hostages to the enemy;
while you are a slave (to this and that) you can only obey. It is not You who
are acting at all.
Brush it all aside.
Pass disembodied out of yourself. Leave the husk, leave the long long
prepared and perfected envelope.
Enter into the life which is eternal, pass through the gate of indifference
into the palace of mastery, through the door of love out into the great open of
Give away all that you have, become poor and without possessions—and
behold! you shall be lord and sovereign of all things.

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