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Those that hope little cannot grow much.
GEORGE MACDONALD, The Hope of the Gospel
- When I can no more stir my soul to move,
- And life is but the ashes of a fire;
- When I can but remember that my heart
- Once used to live and love, long and aspire--
- Oh, be thou then the first, the one thou art;
- Be thou the calling, before all answering love,
- And in me wake hope, fear, boundless desire.
GEORGE MACDONALD, Diary of an Old Soul
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