Each chasing each through all the weary hours, and meeting strangely at one sudden goal; Then blend they--like green leaves with golden flowers, into one beautiful and perfect whole--and life's long night is ended,
and the way lies open onward to eternal day.
The clouds that cover the sunshine
they can not banish the sun; and the
earth shines out the brighter when the
weary rain is done. We must stand in
the deepest shadow to see the clearest light; and often through wrong's own darkness comes the very strength of light.
The sweetest rest is at even, after a wearisome day, when the heavy burdon of labor has borne from our hearts away; and those who have never known sorrow can not know the infinite peace that falls on the troubled spirit when it sees at least release.
We must live through the dreary winter if we would value the spring; And the woods must be cold and silent
before the robins sing. The flowers must be buried in darkness before they can bud and bloom, and the sweetest, warmest sunshine comes after the storm and gloom.
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