a few; the few who are willing to abandon the old out-worn traditions of meum and tuum, of Might is Right. It will be by the preparation of that little “leaven” which leavens the whole lump.

The foundations of the City of Refuge must be laid in the hearts of the children of to-day—they who will be the Thinkers, the Leaders, the Rulers tomorrow. Above all they must be saved from the contamination of current ideas, from the pernicious evils of the popular viewpoint.

In the persistence of the present lies the peril of the future. The day of reckoning can be delayed no longer, lest “righteousness perish from the earth.” What will not bend must break; the dead branches of an old and evil order must be pruned away, that the green and tender shoots may spring up to the Light.

The wine of the New Dispensation must be poured into new vessels, clean of traditional hatreds and oppressions, free from the Karma of a blood-stained past.

HE drew a circle that shut me out— Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout; But love and I had the wit to win; We drew a circle that took him in.

—Edwin Markham.

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