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150: O thou handmaid aflame with the fire of God’s … |
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O thou handmaid aflame with the fire of God’s
love! Grieve thou not over the troubles and hardships of this
nether world, nor be thou glad in times of ease and comfort,
for both shall pass away. This present life is even as a swelling
wave, or a mirage, or drifting shadows. Could ever a distorted
image on the desert serve as refreshing waters? No,
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by the Lord of Lords! Never can reality and the mere
semblance of reality be one, and wide is the difference
between fancy and fact, between truth and the phantom
thereof.
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