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Of hope surrendered not of hope fulfilled, A peace that looketh not upon tommorow, But calmly on a tempest that is stilled. A peace there is, a sacrifice secluded, A life subdued, from will and passion free, 'Tis not the peace that over Eden brooded, But that which triumphed in Gethsemane. Resurrection is always preceded by death, and dying is a painful process.
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