Before I discerned the light of Christian Science, upon the restless sea of human existence, often I, impatient, made request, in words like these: "Lord God, Thou knowest best how willing I am to do my service well, but how narrow are the bounds wherein I dwell, how straitened is my life, and how small my sphere. I am without a home and without a human tie of any kind.
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