“in place of the boiling blood of youth there comes a meek, serene old age: I bless the daily rising of the sun, and my heart sings to it as it did of old, but now I am more enamored of its setting, its long, oblique rays, and the quiet, gentle, tender memories that accompany them, the dear images from the whole of a long and blessed life— and above it all the truth of God, moving, reconciling, all-forgiving!”
— Mar 18, 2026 11:25PM
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