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Objects Close To The Eye Shut Out Much Larger Objects On The Horizon; And Splendors Born Only Of The Earth Eclipse The Stars. So A Man Sometimes Covers Up The Entire Disk Of Eternity With A Dollar, And Quenches Transcendent Glories With A Little Shining Dust.

Life Is A Crucible. We Are Thrown Into It And Tried.

Physically, Man Is But An Atom In Space, And A Pulsation In Time. Spiritually, The Entire Outward Universe Receives Significance From Him, And The Scope Of His Existence Stretches Beyond The Stars.

Life Is A Problem. Not Merely A Premiss From Which We Start, But A Goal Towards Which We Proceed. It Is An Opportunity For Us Not Merely To Get, But To Attain; Not Simply To Have, But To Be. Its Standard Of Failure Or Success Is Not Outward Fortune, But Inward Possession.

Under The Shadow Of Earthly Disappointment, All Unconscious To Ourselves, Our Divine Redeemer Is Walking By Our Side.