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The Father saith,"Thou art my sonAnd all I have is thine."Then rise with joyTo claim todayThe wisdom, poise, and powerWhich every man may count his ownThrough every passing hour.

Each larger taskAssigned to theeAccept with gratitude.For Mind controlsAnd points the way—Thine is to know and seeThat Principle unerringlySupports both task and thee.

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