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The Indian advocate. ([Sacred Heart, Okla.]) 1???-1910, December 01, 1908, Image 6

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cannot tear.it from you; eternity cannot rob you of it. And
this being is your soul your precious, spiritual, immor
tal soul.
All things else will leave you property, wealth, family,
friends but. this, this will never forsake you. Ifcis yours
yours forever and forever; your greatest, your only wealth
and treasure. Oh, inestimable dignity and worth -of .the
soul! Have we not great cause to honor every man and
woman we meet, because behind the physical presence
that we see the immortal soul is present a soul which, if
faithful, shall one day see God? Shall we not feel a great
respect for each other when we remember what we are?
How could we ever speak an impure word before another
if we thought of the dignity of a human soul? What young
man would ever go to scenes where he would blush
that his mother or his sister sliould be present if he
remembered that he took his own soul with him?
Who would lie, blaspheme, cheat or steal if he thought of
his soul? A great and overpowering thought. How it be
littles and ridicules all the pride and show of .the world!
Come, my friends, let us go into the streets of the great
city and look around us. There are stately homes and
grand carriages, gay and brilliant shop3 but what are alf
these to the concourse of human beings, the crowd of im-f
mortal souls who are day by day waiving an immortal de
stiny? There is the old man, tottering along on his stick;
there is the innocent little child on the way to school: there
is the rich lady in her jewels and furs; there is the son of
hardy toil setting out for his daily task each one carrying
about that priceless treasure an, immortal soul. The tide
of human beings flows on from morning to evening; the
sea of humanity is ever moving --men coming and
going on time's ever restless wings. New faces come and
go. We do not know' their . history--whence they come,
whither they go but for them all and in them all, shines
the appalling truth each is an immortal soul. New po
pulations shall fill the places ' of the present generation,
new faces will shine where old ones were familiar. The
stones of the present buildings shall molder awayM)ut

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