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his oil of love into every wound. He turns, or constantly endeavors to turn, each sorrow into a balm for our healing, each pain into a cure for our hurts. And if we accept his mercy and his love, we rise and walk erect once more.
Shall we not take comfort, then, amid the saddest of life's pictures? Shall we not receive solace even when contemplating the ruins of fallen man? We have looked down; let us now look up and rejoice in the thought, that even so low as the human race has fallen, so high may it also rise.
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