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"I stood watching as the little ship sailed out to sea. The setting sun tinted its white sails with a golden light. And as it disappeared from view, a voice at my side whispered, He is gone. But the sea was a narrow one, and on the furthest shore, a little band of friends had gathered to watch in happy expectation. Suddenly, they caught sight of the tiny sail. And at the very moment when my companion had whispered, He is gone, a glad shout went up in joyous welcome with the words, yes, here he comes!" by Henry Van Dyke |
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"A ship sails and I stand watching till she fades on the horizon and someone at my side says She is gone! Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all. She is just as large now as when I last saw her. Her diminished size and total loss from my sight is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says she is gone, there are others who are watching her coming over their horizon, and other voices take up a glad shout: There she comes! That is what dying is. A horizon and just the limit of our sight. Lift us up, Oh Lord, that we may see further". By Bishop Brent |
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