WHAT you reckon many years is a short time to God. All the beauty of the year scarcely lasts the twelvemonth out. How soon the flowers are gone....The grass has withered and the flower is fallen, but the word of the Lord abideth for ever (Isa. xl. 6).
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From Thoughts of St Augustine for Every Day
by Kathleen Mary Balfe (© 1926)
Nihil Obstat: Georgius D. Smith, S.T.D
Imprimatur: Edm. Can. Surmont
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