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A cry―

A prayer ascends up to Spirit from one who dwells on earth―

The cry comes from a soul in agony―a lonely, desolate soul―one too weak to fight the battle of life alone. 

The cry is for help―help from on high. 

Spirit-lives hear that prayer―they hasten to answer it―they give to that soul, struggling in the bondage of error, light, knowledge, truth, in its various forms. 

They aid the soul to cast off its bondage of darkness―

It becomes light, bright, happy and strong, and able to aid other souls that are brought in contact with it to cast off the bondage of error in which they are struggling and become free and happy in the light of truth.

Spirit-lives hear a sob―a sigh―they hasten to see from whence it came. 

It is from the soul of a little child. 

One suffering under cruelty, injustice and wrong. 

Its little Spirit strugging hard to be released. 

Spirit-lives find a kind soul that needs that child―

They augment and increase the desire of that one to take that child and care for it kindly―

They breathe into the child a spirit of love and peace.

They hear the cry of a strong man, and he says―

All is darkness. 

The life on earth is but a bubble and the death of the body the end. 

Life is not worth living. 

The struggle for existence is too great.

I almost have a mind to end it and lay my weary body down in the grave where all is darkness, oblivion and rest. 

I stand on the cold mountain heights alone. 

No one loves me―or if they seem to it is not for myself but for what I may be able to do for them. 

No one understands me―or has any sympathy in common with me.

The constant cry is give―give―give―but where am I to receive strength that I may be able to give? for light and hope do not dwell within my soul.

And Spirit-lives go and find one who can answer every cry, which the strong man has sent forth, and his soul is lightened of its burdens and he finds within that other soul all he needs―

The path of eternal life is made clear to him and his cry for unselfish love met with its fulfillment―

He becomes strong, hopeful and happy, and able to meet the great demands made on him.

A little child has passed through the gates eternal and is lying happy and content in the arms of an angel. 

Spirit-lives hear the mother's wail of grief and hasten to comfort her. 

She is kneeling by the grave of her baby―desolate and heartbroken―to her the child is dead―she will never see it again―

The heaven she believes in is too far off―too indefinite―

She feels that her baby is lost to her forever. 

Spirit-lives whispter words of hope and comfort to that sorrowing heart―place the Spirit-form of the babe within her arms, and then with gentle magnetic touches they open the mother's spiritual sight and she sees the babe within her arms―she feels its little hands caress her face―its little lips as they are pressed to hers―she looks into its beautiful spiritual eyes and her tears are dried. 

My baby! oh my baby!

You are not dead but here with me.

The Discovered Country