llthe perfection that is God： this is one of the ideals of actual duty that you once said were to be as candles in my hand。 Many a time this candle has gone out； but as quickly as I could snatch any torchwith your sacred name on my lipsit has been relighted。
〃My candles are all beginning to burn low now。 For as we advance far on into life； one by one our duties end； one by one the lights go out。 Not much ahead of me now must lurk the great mortal changes； coming always nearer； always faster。 As they approach； I look less to my candles； more toward my candles； more toward my lighthousesthose distant unfailing beacons that cast their rays over the stormy sea of this life from the calm ocean of the Infinate。 I know this： that if I should live to be an old man； my duties ended and my candles gone； it is these that will shine in upon me in that vacant darkness。 And I have this belief： that if we did but recognize them aright； these ideals at the close of life would become one with the ideals of youth。 We lost them as we left mortal youth behind； we regain them as we enter upon youth immortal。
〃If I have kept unbroken faith with any of mine； thank you。 And thank God！〃
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