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The places of peace are also those of exaltation .

The S ECRET OF S UCCESS

P EACE in high places; on the peaks supreme,
 Far over passion's mists, deep peace of love;
Light of true light, the glory and the gleam;
Far over troubled sleep, what worlds of dream
 Give space for souls—yes, there is room above!
Sleep naturally passes into dream, but there is a certain repose in which dream is exalted into vision; and this at its induction is initiation, but at the end, adeptship .
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