O sons! O daughters!

"O Timothy," (O Timothea!) "keepthat which is committed to thy trust."There are those wizards that peepand mutter that you mustavoid. There are those clouds of dustthat rise from nowhere and obscureyour vision—and those sudden thruststhat try to knock you downwhen you are just about to winthat longed-for crown.

O sons! O daughters!These are not mere wordsthat have nourished you! They are your light,your life, and they come forthfrom Love's most quiet centerinto which your inmost heart of heartsdesires to enter.There—in Love's center—you are safefrom would-be wizardry,from subtle lies or brazen lust.

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