Tradition says that when Solomon received the gift of an emerald vase from the Queen of Sheba he filled it with an elixir which he only knew how to prepare， one drop of which would prolong life indefinitely. A dying criminal begged for a drop of the precious fluid， but Solomon refused to prolong a wicked life. When good men asked for it they were refused， or failed to obtain it when promised， as the king would forget or prefer not to open the vase to get but a single drop. When at last the king became ill， and bade his servants bring the vase， he found that the contents had all evaporated. So it is often with our hope， our faith， our ambition， our aspiration.
A man cannot aspire if he looks down. God has not created us with aspirations and longings for heights to which we cannot climb. Live upward. The unattained still beckons us toward the summit of life’s mountains， into the atmosphere where great souls live and breathe and have their being. Life should be lived in earnest. It is no idle game， no farce to amuse and be forgotten. It is a stern reality， fuller of duties than the sky of stars. You cannot have too much of that yearning which we call aspiration， for， even though you do not attain your ideal， the efforts you make will bring nothing but blessing.
To all will come a time when the love of glory will be seen to be but a splendid delusion， riches empty， rank vain， power dependent， and all outward advantages without inward peace a mere mockery of wretchedness. The wisest men have taken care to uproot selfish ambition from their breasts. Shakespeare considered it so near a vice as to need extenuating circumstances to make it a virtue.
Who has not noticed the power of love in an awkward， crabbed， shiftless， lazy man？ He becomes gentle， chaste in language， energetic. Love brings out the poetry in him. It is only an idea， a sentiment， and yet what magic it has brought. Nothing we can see has touched the man， yet he is entirely transformed.