Text of the meditation
No pure thought, no unselfish deed, can fall short of its felicitous results, and every such result is a happy consummation. If today is cold and gloomy, is that a cause for despair? Do we not know that there are warm, bright days ahead? Already the birds are beginning to sing, and the tremulous trill in their little throats is prophetic of the approaching love of a new spring, and of the bounty of a summer that as yet is but a sleeping germ in the womb of this gloomy day, but whose birth is sure, and its full growth certain.
No effort is vain. The spring of all your aspirations is near, very near; and the summer of your unselfish deeds will surely come to pass. "Self shall depart, and Truth shall take its place; the Changeless One, the Indivisible, shall take up His abode in me, and cleanse the White Robe of the Heart Invisible." Go to your task with love in your heart, and you will go to it light-hearted and cheerful.
James Allen (1864–1912), Book of Meditations for Every Day in the Year (1913) – public-domain text, gently modernised.
The original 1913 text is in the public domain.
