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COMMEMORATION OF THE LIVING
There is a great past behind us, and the future as great is in front.
Nunc Dimittis
How perfect is the peace of himWhose work in life is done,
And space remains to count the gains
Of some high course outrun;
Who looking back on his past track
Can proudly lift his head
And truly claim for every aim—
This is consummated.
In spite of our dreaming and our seeming, we have begun to touch the reality in this life, because the sacramental body of man is the sum of all physical perfection which it is possible for us here to conceive.
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