Looking far out, where wind and wave contend—
Set sail with hope to those fair lands that lie
Beneath the peace of God, that knows no end.
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ETERNITY AS A SPUR
Once, when tempted to linger in a lovely landscape, Wesley cried, “I believe there is an eternity; I must arise and go hence”; and those words express the temper of his life. He lived in the spirit of Andrew Marvel’s strong lines:
Ever at my back I hear
Time’s winged chariots hurrying near.
“And this,” Johnson complained, “is very disagreeable to a man who loves to fold his legs and have his talk out as I do.”—W. H. Fitchett, “Wesley and His Century.”
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