(Octavius Winslow, "Morning Thoughts")
Child of God, soon, oh, how soon! all that now
loads your heart with care, and wrings it with
sorrow; all that dims your eye with tears, and
renders the day anxious and the night sleepless;
will be as though it had never been!
Emerging from . . .
the loneliness and
the temptations of the wilderness,
you shall enter upon your everlasting rest,
your unfading inheritance, where there is . . .
no evening shadows,
no midnight darkness,
but all is one perfect, cloudless, eternal day; for
Jesus is the joy, the light, and the glory thereof.