Know that nothing is more godlike than unselfish sorrow--and the grief of the Creator over one erring human soul is as vast as He Himself is vast.

Why wouldst thou make of Him a being destitute of the best emotions that He Himself bestows upon thee?
THOU wouldst have entered into thy dream-world and lived in it and died in it, if by so doing thou couldst have drawn one of thy creatures back to the love of thee; and wilt thou not receive the Christ ?" I bowed my head, and a flood of joy rushed through me.
"I believe--I believe and I love!" I murmured.

"Desert me not, O radiant Angel! I feel and know that all these wonders must soon pass away from my sight; but wilt thou also go ?" The Angel smiled and touched me.
"I am thy guardian," it said.

"I have been with thee always.

I can never leave thee so long as thy soul seeks spiritual things.