Servant of God well done! Well hast thou fought The better fight.
A heaven on earth.
Mortals that would follow me, Love virtue, she alone is free, She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or if virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.
Peace hath her victories No less renowned than war.
The mind is its own place and in itself can make a heaven of hell a hell of heaven.
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