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| 1 | It was the gospel of healing, on its divinely appointed |
| | human mission, bearing on its white wings, to my appre- |
| 3 | hension, "the beauty of holiness,"--even the possibili- |
| | ties of spiritual insight, knowledge, and being. |
| | Early had I learned that whatever is loved materially, |
| 6 | as mere corporeal personality, is eventually lost. "For |
| | whosoever will save his life shall lose it," saith the Master. |
| | Exultant hope, if tinged with earthliness, is crushed as the |
| 9 | moth. |
| | What is termed mortal and material existence is graph- |
| | ically defined by Calderon, the famous Spanish poet, who |
| 12 | wrote,-- |
| | What is life? 'T is but a madness. |
| | What is life? A mere illusion, |
| 15 | Fleeting pleasure, fond delusion, |
| | Short-lived joy, that ends in sadness, |
| | Whose most constant substance seems |
| 18 | But the dream of other dreams. |
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