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I begin a new chapter today. There twelve clean blank pages before me; but there is only One who knows the thoughts & and the sentiments that I may give them from time to time. Only my hand will trace out these lines with forthcoming words. And yet, with Him to unclear me, I do not fear to undertake it; & this makes the approaching task particularly? a pleasant one to me. Going forward, I shall fill out each leaf & unclear it back, just as we all do with the leaves of our everyday life. Each day, as it goes out from us, is a leaf folded back in silence for? the great & momentous book of the past. If we could only fill out each passing leaf, with good words & praiseworthy deeds, keeping it free from the unclear touch of sin & self, what a unclear record unclear would