on their untried natures. Where they have stepped into the stream of
their existence in some new fording-place, they have gone with great
caution, not with an immature confidence born of naught save foolish
audacity. Their river of life is an open water before their pleasant
eyes; they prepare not for a flood in the fall, neither do they make
ready to pass over dry-shod when the waters come down in the spring.
Though they have the more mercy, they make the lesser appeals for mercy;
though they have the more strength, they pray the oftener for aid.
Sorrow has brought it about. Affliction has stretched their
heart-chords