Perhaps I was passing to some place where at
length the clouds would roll away and I should understand; whence,
too, I should see all the landscape of the past and future, as an
eagle does watching from the skies, and be no longer like one
struggling through dense bush, wild-beast and serpent haunted, beat
upon by the storms of heaven and terrified with its lightnings, nor
knowing whither I hewed my path. Perhaps in that place there would be
no longer what St. Paul describes as another law in my members warring
against the law of my mind, and bringing me into captivity to the law
of sin. Perhaps there the past would be forgiven by the Power which
knows whereof we are made, and I should become what I have always
longed to be--good in every sense and even find open to me new and
better roads of service. I take these thoughts from a note that I made
in my pocket-book at the time.
Thus I reflected and then wrote a few lines of farewell in the fond
and foolish hope that somehow they might find those to whom they were
addressed (I have those letters still and very oddly they read
to-day).
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