Within the archives of the spirit are stored exhaustless treasures, which time and culture bring to the surface.
The spirit, embosomed in beauty, bides its time when it can put on the diamond crown, flooding life with its ineffable beauty.
Slowly, the dross is consumed in the fiery flames of affliction―slowly, the pure and noble attributes of its better nature assert their power―its sympathies are touched and warmed into practical use―in aiding others in advancing to higher and happier conditions, the spirit is ennobled and made grand.
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