As a token of his appreciation of these exemplars he strives to
excel himself, thus proving himself a worthy disciple. They need not
chide him, for in their presence he cannot do otherwise than hold fast
to his ideals and struggle upward with a courage born of inspiration.
Living among such goodly people, he finds his world resplendent with the
virtues that prove a halo to life. With such people about him he can be
neither lonely nor despondent. If the cares of life fret him for the
moment, he takes counsel with them and his equilibrium is restored. In
their company he finds life a joyous experience, for their very presence
exhales the qualities that make life worth while.
As an inevitable result of all the influences that constitute his world
he finds himself yearning for meliorism as the crownpiece. Drinking from
the fount of inspiration that gushes forth at the behest of all these
wholesome influences, he longs for betterment. Good as he finds the
things about him, he feels that they are not yet good enough. So he
becomes the eloquent apostle of meliorism, proclaiming his gospel
without abatement. The roads are not good enough, and he would have
better ones. Our houses are not good enough, and he would have people
design and build better ones. Our music is not good enough as yet, and
he would encourage men and women to write better. Our books are not good
enough, and he would incite people to write better ones.
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