Hell yields a terrible knowledge—how blessedly fruitful life might have been!
Happy ye are whose life is still in your hands.
While there is life, there is hope—never was there a truer word.
Do not—I beseech you—yield to the pernicious delusion that you have lost your opportunity—that it is too late!
That lie has ruined more souls than all earth's wickedness combined.
It is not too late!
And if death awaits you tomorrow, it is not too late!
Your life, though even now it be running out its last grains of sand, may yet bring forth fruit—the blessed fruit of peace—of joy unspeakable—the crown of life may yet be yours.
If you would but repent!
Ah! turn—turn from your ways, and seek peace where it is to be found!
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