He did not bring it back
with him as we are so ready to do. It was not that he comprehended any
more clearly why this sorrow and trial had come to darken his happy
home, but Oh, _what matters comprehension when there is faith!_ John did
not make inquiries; he knew by experience that there are spiritual
conditions as real as physical facts. The shadows were all gone. Nothing
was different,
--yet this much he knew,
His soul stirred in its chrysalis of clay,
A strange peace filled him like a cup; he grew
Better, wiser and gladder, on that day:
This dusty, worn-out world seemed made anew,
Because God's Way, had now become his way.
Then he fell into that sleep which God gives to his beloved, and when he
awoke it was the dayshine. The light streamed in through the eastern
windows, there was a robin singing on his window sill, and there was no
trouble in his heart but what he could face.
His business was now urging him to be diligent, and his business--being
that of so many others, he durst not neglect it.
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