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I Will Tell You Where There Is Power: Where The Dew Lies Upon The Hills, And The Rain Has Moistened The Roots Of The Various Plant; Where The Sunshine Pours Steadily; Where The Brook Runs Babbling Along, There Is A Beneficent Power.

The Night Comes For The Purpose Of Checking Our Busy Employment, And Introducing An Interval Of Repose Between The Links Of Our Action And Our Aspiration. It Draws Its Dim Curtain Around The Field Of Toil. It Buries The Objects Of Our Handiwork In Darkness, And Involves Them With Uncertainty. It Comes To The Relief Of The Exhausted Body And The Tired Brain. Our Powers, Harmonizing With The Diurnal Revolutions Of The Earth, Fail With The Failing Light, And A Merciful Providence Casts Around Us This Mantle Of Shadow, And Snatches Us From Our Occupation.

Life, Whether In This World Or Any Other, Is The Sum Of Our Attainment, Our Experience, Our Character. The Conditions Are Secondary. In What Other World Shall We Be More Surely Than We Are Here?

Bigotry Dwarfs The Soul By Shutting Out The Truth.

How Often A New Affection Makes A New Man! The Sordid, Cowering Soul Turns Heroic. The Frivolous Girl Becomes The Steadfast Martyr Of Patience And Ministration, Transfigured By Deathless Love. The Career Of Bounding Impulses Turns Into An Anthem Of Sacred Deeds.