With the soft finger‐touches of my soul‐intuition, I tuned the radio of my inner perception. At first I caught only the sounds of nearby experience. Then came a symphony of inner harmony, followed by sweet strains from my heart’s orchestra of finer feelings. And then came the swelling chorus of my age‐long cravings for Thee. All these I caught on the radio of my soul as I kept tuning my perception, waiting to catch the whispers of Thy voice, O Guardian Angel of all souls!
With infinite patience I went on tuning my radio. At last, when I was almost prepared to give up further trying, Thy song burst upon my heart. Oh! let me broadcast through my every word, now, the chorus of Thy songs.
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61. Teach Me to Store Honey of Quality from All Soul-Flowers in the Honeycomb of My Heart
