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THE APOSTLE
(Exeunt Priscilla, Aquila, Apollos, and Timothy.)
Not with the words of parting friends can I part with thee, Eunice, nor with the words that I would address to my son, Timothy. Our bonds are different and the stronger for that we ourselves have willed them and accepted our lives as fated and dedicate to the Lord Jesus from the first day in Lystra. . . . But I see tears on thine eyelids; one has dropped from thy chin into thy bosom; tears of thankfulness I would believe them to be for the fulfilment of things. My heart breaks. . . . Make not this parting harder for me, but try to remember that each has his work, thou in Lystra, I in Rome, and that each will be rewarded according to his doing of it. We are always alone in this world and should not seek a oneness that life has not for giving. Now it's I who am weeping. I know not whence these tears come nor whether their source is joy or grief.