“There was never a day so misty and gray
That the blue was not somewhere above it;
There is never a mountain top ever so bleak,
That some little flower does not love it.
“There was never a night so dreary and dark
That the stars were not somewhere shining;
There is never a cloud so heavy and black
That it has not a silver lining.”
There is always a mystery in sorrow. We never can understand certainly why it comes to us. We cannot but ask questions when we find ourselves in the midst of trouble. But many of our questions must remain unanswered until earth’s dim light becomes full and clear in heaven’s glory. “What I do thou knowest not now,” said the Master; “but thou shalt understand hereafter.”
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