What would not the patient give to have the last fiber of the
dreadful cancer removed, for while that fiber is there every
possibility of the malady is there! Air, sunshine, fragrance,
are all said to be fatal to destroying germs; let us saturate
our soul day by day in the atmosphere and light and sweetness of
the upper worlds, so shall all evil things die in us, and all
good things live and grow in us.--W. L. WATKINSON, “The
Transfigured Sackcloth.”
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