By George Matthew Adams

I am dominated by a Man. He never leaves me. He haunts me — he challenges me — he laughs to scorn the ways and means of my lower plans. He is my Great Man. He knows me. He loves me. His name is "My Better I!"

Where would I go? Where would I turn? Where would I step, how should I think? What should I do— and when? He tells me — "My Better I."

No errors too gross, no pain too deep, no burden too heavy — "My Better I" comes in to suggest — and save! Bigger than his time, broader than his age, mightier than all who oppose him — he stalks ahead, immovable as the sky, as eternal as the stars, this super-man, this guardian giant, this daylight ruler, this night-time watcher —"My Better I."

He makes me unafraid. He cleanses my soul. He spurs my finer thoughts. He leads. He guides. He will never let me fail — "My Better I."

"One soul there is that knows me as I am, Reads each pretense, sees through each futile sham; Goads me with scorning lip, with laughter dry, And dogs me night and day—'My Better I.'"

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