| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Flower Fables by Louisa May Alcott: he never knew it was his kindness to the vine that gained for him
these pleasures.
Thus did poor Thistle strive to be more gentle and unselfish, and
grew daily happier and better.
Now while Thistledown was a captive in the lonely cell, Lily-Bell was
seeking him far and wide, and sadly traced him by the sorrowing hearts
he had left behind.
She healed the drooping flowers, cheered the Queen Bee's grief,
brought back her discontented subjects, restored the home to peace
and order, and left them blessing her.
Thus she journeyed on, till she reached the forest where Thistledown
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Barlaam and Ioasaph by St. John of Damascus: thy cross and follow me. But when the young man heard this he
was very sorrowful, for he was very rich. And when Jesus saw
that he was very sorrowful, he said, `How hardly shall they which
have riches enter into the kingdom of God! For it is easier for
a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to
enter into the kingdom of God!' So, when all the Saints heard
this command, they thought fit by all means to withdraw from this
hardness of riches. They parted with all their goods, and by
this distribution of their riches to the poor laid up for
themselves eternal riches; and they took up their Cross and
followed Christ, some being made perfect by martyrdom, even as I
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Princess by Alfred Tennyson: More breadth of culture: is not Ida right?
They worth it? truer to the law within?
Severer in the logic of a life?
Twice as magnetic to sweet influences
Of earth and heaven? and she of whom you speak,
My mother, looks as whole as some serene
Creation minted in the golden moods
Of sovereign artists; not a thought, a touch,
But pure as lines of green that streak the white
Of the first snowdrop's inner leaves; I say,
Not like the piebald miscellany, man,
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