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Narrator:
My friend, I have told you this story of Abraham Lincoln because it is a universal promise that none of us shall have lived in vain. Well, that makes ya think, doesn't it. If Abraham Lincoln was a failure at fifty, it makes you willing to live, anxious to live; and you might at least thank the stranger, but where is the stranger? He was here a moment ago and yet, was he? Or, tired and hungry as you are, did you doze a little: sleep and dream a bit? Or, perhaps, was the ethereal stranger the deathless spirit of a great nobility that, on this particular day, chose to devote its immortality to an earthly mission - a mission so typical of its mortal form? Could this have been the momentary reincarnation of another failure at fifty, who always made himself live on, who struggled and suffered and kept going through the dark thirty years of failure with the philosophy that enabled him to say 'God must have loved the common people because he made so many of them'?
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