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We must each bear our part in the beauty
of the whole. For perfect love, there must be sacrifice."
She was thinking of these things as she stood in the gray dawn waiting
for the beauty of the on-coming day, quite alone with her thoughts and
with her God, the giver of this beauty; and often as she had stood there
with her morning offering of trust and adoration, never before had the
day-dawn seemed so full of mystery and promise, nor the new life which
the morning held within its keeping so full of hope and beauty. The very
tide, flowing round her island home, brought thoughts of her home that
was to be, as it swept through the channels of the City of the Sea, past
the palace where her lover was waiting, bringing murmurs and messages of
liquid harmony. The marsh grasses swayed and yielded to its flow,
lending new depths of color to the water-bed, as they bowed beneath the
masterful current--so the difficulties which had seemed to beset their
hopes had been vanquished by the resistless tide of his love and
constancy.


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