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I suppose all human affection can be worn out by constant failure to evoke a response from cold hearts. I suppose that it can be so nipped by frosts, so constantly checked in blossoming, that it shrivels and dies. I suppose that constant ingratitude, constant indifference can turn the warmest springs of our love to a river of ice. “Can a mother forget her child?” Yes, she may forget; but we have to do with a God Whose love is His very being, Whose love is not for reasons in us but in Himself, Whose love is eternal and boundless as all of His nature – Whose love, therefore, cannot be turned away by our sin, but abides with us forever and is granted to every soul of man.