Luke, the beloved physician, and Demas, greet you. Colossians iv. 14.
Demas hath forsaken me, having loved this present world . . . Only Luke is with me. 2 Timothy iv. 10, 11.
Two clouds before the summer gale
In equal race fleet o’er the sky:
Two flowers, when wintry blasts assail,
Together pins, together die.
But two capricious human hearts—
No sage’s rod may track their ways.
No eye pursue their lawless starts
Along their wild self-chosen maze.
He only, by whose sovereign hand
E’en sinners for the evil day
Were made—who rules the world He planned,…
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