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There is no end to any thing God
begins except harvest for seed, fruit
for blossom, morning for night, and
life for death.

We mistake stages in
progress, for abrupt endings, and shed
tears, when we should be singing songs.
There is always another chapter, in
lifes book, brighter than the last,
and time will cut the leaves.

Whenever there is anything worth
saving in a nation or a world, God
will see to it, that a Saviour is born,
and wise men, Shepherds and angels, who
keep spritual sight clear and clean,
will get information, and tell it, in
Speech and song, altho they may be
compelled to wait centuries for a
believing audience. The angels are
singing now, and the world is
rolling into the light, of a clearer
morning. If we only half believed
this, we would have the Merriest
Christmas, and the Happiest New Year.