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Thomas Cogswell Upham

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Seek and possess holiness, and consolation will follow, as assuredly as warmth follows the dispensation of the rays of the sun.
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Reported in Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), p. 316.

 
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