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breath--I'm satisfied A lonesome mortal God to have died. This last paragraph is magnificent as any single passage I know in literature. Is it lawful, after reading this, to wonder whether Henry More, the retired, and so far untried, student of Cambridge, would have been able thus to meet the alternations of suffering which he imagines? It is one thing to see reasonableness, another to be reasonable when objects have become circumstances. Would he, then, by spiritual might, have risen indeed above bodily torture? It is _possible_ for a man to arrive at this perfection; it is absolutely _necessary_ that a man should some day or other reach it; and I think the wise doctor would have proved the truth of his principles. But there are many who would gladly part with their whole bodies rather than offend, and could not yet so rise above the invasions of the senses. Here, as in less important things, our business is not to speculate what we would do in other circumstances, but to perform the duty of the moment, the one true preparation for the duty to come. Possibly, however, the right development of our human relations in the world may be a more difficult and more important task still than this condition of divine alienation. To find God in others is better than to grow _solely_ in the discovery of him in ourselves, if indeed the latter were possible. DEVOTION. Good God, when them thy inward grace dost shower Into my breast, How full of light and lively power Is then my soul! How am I blest! How can I then all difficulties devour! Thy might, Thy spright, With ease my cumbrous enemy control. If thou once turn away thy face and hide Thy cheerful look, My feeble flesh may not abide That dreadful stound; _hour._ I cannot brook Thy absence. My heart, with care and grief then gride, Doth fail, Doth quail; My life steals from me at that hidden wound. My fancy's then a burden to my mind; Mine anxious thought Betrays my reason, makes me blind; Near dangers drad _dreaded._ Make me distraught; Surprised with fear my senses all I find: In hell I dwell, Oppressed with horror, pain, and sorrow sad. My former resolutions all are fled--
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