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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner: concealment, the form that long years of dreaming had made very real to
him. "Jesus, lover, and is it given to us, weak and sinful, frail and
erring, to serve Thee, to take Thee in!" he said softly, as he rose from
his seat. Full of joy, he began to pace the little room. Now and again as
he walked he sang the lines of a German hymn, or muttered broken words of
prayer. The little room was full of light. It appeared to the German that
Christ was very near him, and that at almost any moment the thin mist of
earthly darkness that clouded his human eyes might be withdrawn, and that
made manifest of which the friends at Emmaus, beholding it, said, "It is
the Lord!"
Again, and yet again, through the long hours of that night, as the old man
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