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So Give Me The Political Economist, The Sanitary Reformer, The Engineer; And Take Your Saints And Virgins, Relics And Miracles. The Spinning-jenny And The Railroad, Cunard's Liners And The Electric Telegraph, Are To Me, If Not To You, Signs That We Are, On Some Points At Least, In Harmony With The Universe; That There Is A Mighty Spirit Working Among Us, Who Cannot Be Your Anarchic And Destroying Devil, And Therefore May Be The Ordering And Creating God.

The World Is God's World, After All.

Pain Is No Evil, Unless It Conquers Us.

Except A Living Man There Is Nothing More Wonderful Than A Book! A Message From The Dead - From Human Souls We Never Saw, Who Lived, Perhaps, Thousands Of Miles Away. And Yet These, In Those Little Sheets Of Paper, Speak To Us, Arouse Us, Terrify Us, Comfort Us, Open Their Hearts To Us As Brothers.

For Men Must Work And Women Must Weep, And The Sooner It's Over, The Sooner To Sleep.