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Eternity with all its magnitudes
(Henry Law, "The Bronze
Altar")
TIME is, at most, but very short,
and rapid is its ceaseless flight.
Eternity with all its magnitudes is at the
door.
The last breath may be quivering on the lip.
Undying souls are on the threshold of eternal doom!
And SATAN strives, with every art, to
close our eyes and lure us to his nets.
The WORLD surrounds us with its poisoned
baits. It checks us with its sneers and frowns.
It courts us with its treacherous smiles.
SELF, also, is no friend to the soul. It acts a
traitor's part. It opens to the murderous foe.
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