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584 How awful that silent, unceasing footfall of receding days is when once we begin to watch it! Inexorable, passionless—though hope and fear may pray, "Sun, stand thou still on Gibeon, and thou moon in the valley of Ajalon,"—the tramp of the hours goes on. The poets paint them as a linked chorus of rosy forms, garlanded and clasping hands as they dance onwards. So they may be to some of us at some moments. So they may seem as they approach; but those who come hold the hands of those that go, and that troop have no rosy light upon their limbs, their garlands are faded, the sunshine falls not upon the gray and shrouded shapes, as they steal ghostlike through the gloom. —.

With the magnificence of eternity before us, let time, with all its fluctuations, dwindle into its own littleness. —.

Jesus wept once; possibly more than once. There are times when God asks nothing of His children except silence, patience, and tears. —.

God has not chosen to save us without crosses; as He has not seen fit to create men at once in the full vigor of manhood, but has suffered them to grow up by degrees amid all the perils and weaknesses of youth. —.

Under the shadow of earthly disappointment, all unconscious to ourselves, our Divine Redeemer is walking by our side. —.