The woodsman carries a box of safety matches protected against
the rain and snow. In the arctic zone he knows that if he loses
the match and the light he has lost life itself. Man can lose
his health but not his conscience. But, if stumbling, the torch
has fallen, and the light flamed low, snatch it up, and relight
it, at the altars of God. So shall the light in thee wax into
greater light, until conscience is a true pillar of cloud by
day and a pillar of fire by night, guiding thee into the summer
land where man needs no light of the lamp, neither light of the
sun.--N. D. HILLIS.
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