EPILOGUE

   Have we been vouchsafed a glimpse, however dim and imperfect
    of the high purpose that beckons us on to our lofty destinies?

   Have we sensed, however darkly, the tug of that sustaining Love
    that is wove across the web of being?

   Have we seen, lighting the distant hills, the Smile that pervades
         this Universe with beauty,
          in which all things work and move?

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                       Sweet  Benediction

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