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Goodness consists not in the outward things we do, but in the inward thing we are.
Edwin Hubbel Chapin
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Edwin Hubbel Chapin
Age: 65 †
Born: 1814
Born: December 29
Died: 1880
Died: January 1
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Nature satisfies my thirst it feeds my hunger it finds me clothing it affords me shelter it wraps me around when I sleep with beneficent and watchful care and it takes me at last to its great bosom, where my ashes mingle with their kindred dust.
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All natural results are spontaneous. The diamond sparkles without effort, and the flowers open impulsively beneath the summer rain. And true religion is a spontaneous thing,--as natural as it is to weep, to love, or to rejoice.
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