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In the Garden of Silence

In the Garden of Silence

Foreword

As is thy sleep, so is thy life when thou awakest; for thy deeds are akin to thy dreams, and the fair fruitfulness of thy waking life is governed by the depth to which, while thy body sleeps, thy soul extends its roots beyond the veil 0f the invisible. —William Henry Phelps When I was…
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Told in the Twilight

“Every natural law has its spiritual counterpart." —James Allen He told it to me in the twilight, while the purple glow grew deeper in the western sky, and the crescent moon hung low in the heavens. We were sitting in the garden watching the light fade over the hills when he began. Maybe it was…
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Immortality

Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our living; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the Eternal Silence. Our souls have sight of that immortal sea…
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Opportunity

Once upon a time a lowly Pilgrim went forth into the world to look upon the children of men. And as he journeyed staff in hand, with the red dust upon his sandals, and his travel-stained mantle wrapped about him, it chanced that he met a man upon the highway. The man was young and…
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Penelope

"O faithful eyes, day after day as I see and know you—unswerving, faithful, and beautiful—going about your ordinary work unnoticed, I have noticed—I do not forget you. I know the truth, the tenderness, the courage; I know the longings hidden there. Go right on. Have good faith yet—keep that your unseen treasure untainted. Many will…
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My Gold!

I slept and dreamed, and in my dream I pressed my Gold close to my heart and loved it so! At times it seemed to me to be just a nugget of gold, very beautiful, very costly, very precious, but nothing more than gold; at other times it was the face of one greatly beloved,…
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Afterward

I was very tired, heart sore, and weary, and I longed for rest. The Way had been long and steep, and my feet were cut and bleeding. I had carried many burdens—burdens that made my heart ache with what seemed to be an age long aching; so I wrapped my torn and work-worn garments about…
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Unbroken Alabaster

I met a woman one day in the roadway. She was very pale, and on her face was a look of unutterable anguish and sorrow; and her dry eyes glowed with unspeakable and awful regret. We were near the parting of the ways, and she hesitated as though she did not know which road to…
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