"
"That was why I was sent here. I came to prepare the way for Hope. I was
needed first; and now, with my sister's brighter element, I expect to do
a good work on the earth."
"A blessed pair!" exclaimed the woman, as they left her home to go
to others more dark and drear.
Faith was summoned that night to the home of a widow whose only child was
passing away; for the clear, far-seeing eyes of Faith could see the soul
depart and take on its heavenly form. It was a great comfort to the
bereaved in hours like those to have her near.
"I wonder how we lived without her," were household words, and words
which she could hear without any semblance of vainglory; for her soul
was too deeply impressed with the magnitude of her mission to allow her
to be elated or depressed by any remark that might be made.
Faith's eyes followed the dying boy far into the realms of light. She
wiped the mother's tears away, and disclosed to her sight the way the
soul had fled, while Hope stood by to assure her that the parting was
not forever. The two tarried through the night with the mother, and when
friends came to bury the dead form she had learned that "the grave is
not the goal."
The sisters toiled together many years. They wove beautiful truths
into the minds of the people, till the once dark condition of earth
seemed passing rapidly away. People grew trustful, and less gloomy: yet,
with all the teachings of Faith, and the cheering words of Hope, they
failed to exercise the right feelings at all times towards each other.
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