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A Man Who Feels That His Religion Is A Slavery Has Not Begun To Comprehend The Real Nature Of Religion.

The Pleasant Converse Of The Fireside, The Simple Songs Of Home, The Words Of Encouragement As I Bend Over My School-tasks, The Kiss As I Lie Down To Rest, The Patient Bearing With The Freaks Of My Restless Nature, The Gentle Counsels Mingled With Reproofs And Approvals, The Sympathy That Meets And Assuages Every Sorrow, And Sweetens Every Little Success--all These Return To Me Amid The Responsibilities Which Press Upon Me Now, And I Feel As If I Had Once Lived In Heaven, And, Straying, Had Lost My Way.

To Labor Rightly And Earnestly Is To Walk In The Golden Track That Leads To God. It Is To Adopt The Regimen Of Manhood And Womanhood. It Is To Come Into Sympathy With The Great Struggle Of Humanity Toward Perfection. It Is To Adopt The Fellowship Of All The Great And Good The World Has Ever Known.

A Fortune Won In A Day Is Lost In A Day; A Fortune Won Slowly, And Slowly Compacted, Seems To Acquire From The Hand That Won It The Property Of Endurance.

Work For Immortality If You Will: Then Wait For It.