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O Harmony! my God and Lord, when shall that whole and holy faith live in this poor heart? Were such faith mine, then indeed the unruly tendencies of my nature; and all within that makes for discord in the world, would be as easily put aside by, and be as insignificant to me, as the motes in the atmosphere are thrust aside by, and are of no importance to the locomotive at the head of the night-mail as it thunders down the summer night on its way to where the last stains of the day still linger in the north-western sky.

As that great machine strains every iron fiber to reach its destination, so let me strain every nerve to reach God,—and the permanent and only way to God is sympathy.

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