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Even A Good Man Sees Evil Days, As Long As His Good Deed Has Not Ripened; But When His Good Deed Has Ripened, Then Does The Good Man See Happy Days.

Would Not The Child's Heart Break In Despair When The First Cold Storm Of The World Sweeps Over It, If The Warm Sunlight Of Love From The Eyes Of Mother And Father Did Not Shine Upon Him Like The Soft Reflection Of Divine Light And Love?

The Gospel Is The Fulfillment Of All Hopes, The Perfection Of All Philosophy, The Interpretation Of All Revelation, The Key To All The Seeming Contradictions Of The Physical And Moral World.

Thus One Memory Follows Another Until The Waves Dash Together Over Our Heads, And A Deep Sigh Swells The Breast, Which Warns Us That We Have Forgotten To Breathe In The Midst Of These Pure Thoughts.

The Spring Of Love Becomes Hidden And Soon Filled Up.