Fragments

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THE specters of long buried hours
Throng round me,-thick and fast;-
" The might have been " of life is lost
In the unreturning past.
How surely do these lines apply to a waster of life! Insupportably melancholy would they be if there were not the great Repairer of breaches to look to. But humbled in his retrospect as the spendthrift of life must be,-if he come to Christ all will be well; well for him in eternity, well forever and ever. Well, according to God; and well according to the thoughts of the renewed hearts of saints. Himself, too, shall be able to say, even in time, "It is well!"