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FATHER, INTO THY HANDS I COMMEND MY SPIRIT.
Shall we then bemoan any darkness? Shall we not rather gird up our
strength to encounter it, that we too from our side may break the
passage for the light beyond? He who fights with the dark shall
know the gentleness that makes man great--the dawning countenance
of the God of hope. But that was not for Cosmo just yet. The night
must fulfil its hours. Men are meant and sent to be troubled--that
they may rise above the whole region of storm, above all
possibility of being troubled.
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