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yours at the beginning. Have acare! I warn 
you!” 
And the wave with the silvery crest sped 
on. 
“Tt is true we are small and can do but lit- 
tle,” whispered the Coral; “but the Master of . 
Life created us for a glorious purpose. He 
has deigned to give us lovely visions, and 
has said to us in a voice sweeter than song, 
‘Build ye!” 
“Yes,” assented the Corallium rubrum) pre- 
cious coral), “his presence suffused the clouds 
with a glow surpassing the beauty of the morn- 
ing; fair tints commingled and veins of crim- 
son and scarlet intertwined like delicate twigs. 
We are a feeble folk, and we knew not that we 
could be of any use, but a voice came out of 
the cloud, saying, ‘ Lueld yr on this wise!’ 
We knew not how, but in strong desire and 
overpowering love we dwelt upon the vision. 
Of ourselves we are no longer aware. We 
lose ourselves in obedience to the beautiful 
vision, and we feel an assurance that all is 
well.” 
A. Wave touched lightly the pink and crim- 
son biouterve of the coral bed and whispered 
to the polypi: “In losing yourselves ye find 
honor and become the setting of crowns. 
