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[[underlined]] March 24th 1894. [[/underlined]]

Now we face home. Tomorrow we start on our homeward journey. Ah me who would have thought I would care so much. Life is strange, full of vague changing shadows, God is near and turns our footsteps and guides our hands. His breast is our pillow and when the storm gathers overhead and the clouds seem about to cover us, the sun suddenly shines through the trees and with a shout of glory morning heralds its coming. Now a new and before unknown creature comes upon the horizon. It wills all, it possesses all virtues, it is love. With a
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footstep that shuts all others from our ear it approaches, then from the midst of the night there arrises a fiend, dark and black with fiery lovely visage, it is worldliness; and with a majesty that for a moment blinds the eye it shuts out the beautious approaches figure of love and nothing but itself is seen, itself now turned to wickedness and cruelty. Heart sinks but worldliness is there, it knows not pity. Weary one awake, go on thy journey as best thou mayst, unrelenting it stands, shuting out all that brings happiness.