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William Penn: More Fruits Of Solitude.
January 6, 2011, 3:25 pm
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In light of recent events, and going ons in my life. This is something by William Penn.

 

They that love beyond the world, cannot be separated by it.

Death cannot kill, what never dies

Nor can Spirits ever be divided that love and live in the

Same Divine principle; the root and record of their Friendship.

If absence be not Death, neither is theirs.

Death is but crossing the World; as Friends do the Seas;

They live in one another still.

For they must needs be present, that love and live

in that which is Omnipresent.

In this divine glass, they see Face to Face; and their

Converse is Free, as well as Pure.

This is the Comfort of Friends, that though they may

be said to Die, yet their Friendship and Society

are, in the best sense, ever present,

because Immortal.

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