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1.Clouds come floating into my life from other days no longer to shed rain or usher storm but to give colour to my sunset sky.
2.Truth raises against itself the storm that scatters its seeds broadcast.
3.The storm of the last night has crowned this morning with golden peace.
4.Truth seems to come with its final word; and the final word gives birth to its next.
5.Blessed is he whose fame does not outshine his truth.
6.Sweetness of thy name fills my heart when I forget mine---like thy morning sun when the mist is melted.
7.The silent night has the beauty of the mother and the clamorous day of the child.
8.The world loved man when he smiled. The world became afraid of him when he laughed.
9.God waits for man to regain his childhood in wisdom.
10.Let me feel this world as thy love taking form, then my ove will help it. |
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