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XLII[1]
July 28, 1902.
NO cloud lasts for ever; neither is there such a thing as eternal sun-shine. From the darkest night the most beautiful morning is bom and here I console myself. Human life is a true reflection of the life of nature.
What we must pray for day and night is strength. But the rain which makes the leaf and bud of one plant burst forth, beats another into the earth, where it rots.
- ↑ To Mevrouw Abendanon.
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