Leave all to God,
Forsaken one, and stay thy tears;
For the Highest knows thy pain,
Sees thy sufferings and thy fears;
Thou shalt not wait His help in vain;
Leave all to God!
Be still and trust!
For His strokes are strokes of love,
Thou must for thy profit bear;
He thy filial fear would move,
Trust thy Father's loving care,
Be still and trust!
Know God is near!
Though thou think Him far away,
Though His mercy long have slept,
He will come and not delay,
When His child enough hath wept,
For God is near!
Oh, teach Him not
When and how to hear thy prayers;
Never doth our God forget;
He the cross who longest bears
Finds his sorrows' bounds are set;
Then teach Him not!
If thou love Him,
Walking truly in His ways,
Then no trouble, cross or death
E'er shall silence faith and praise;
All things serve thee here beneath,
If thou love God.
_From the German of Anton Ulrich, Duke of Brunswick, 1667. Translation
of Catherine Winkworth, 1855._
800
He grieves more than is necessary who grieves before it is necessary.
--_Seneca._
801
"A great Latin poet said nearly two thousand years ago:
'If you would draw tears from the eyes of others,
Yourself the sign of grief must show.'"
--_From W. J. Bryan's speech in Japan._
802
They truly mourn that mourn without a witness.
--_R. Baron._
803
There is no grief that time will not soften.
--_Cicero._
804
He mourns indeed who mourns when he's alone.
805
"Maybe the remark of a child I once overheard helped me to learn to
complain and grumble as little as possible," said Dr. Burt. "While I was
studying at Wilbraham Academy I spent a few days with this child's
father, a good man but a chronic growler. We were all sitting in the
parlor one night, when the question of food arose. The child, a little
girl, told cleverly what each member of the household liked best.
Finally it came to the father's turn to be described as to his favorite
dish.
'And what do I like, Lucy, my pet?' he said, laughingly.
'You,' said the little girl, slowly--'well, papa, dear, you like most
anything we haven't got.'"
806
Guilt is always cowardly.
--_From the Latin._
807
Dr. Guthrie tells an anecdote in which he humorously introduces a
Brechin citizen, alive in his youthful days:--"An honest countryman came
one day to Mr. Linton (head master of the grammar school) with a
halflin[807:A], a long, empty chap, who had taken it into his head that
he would have some little learning. Said the father, 'Mr. Linton, ye
see, my laddie's fond o' lear'[807:B], and I'm thinking o' makin' a
scholar o' him.' 'But,' said Mr. Linton, looking at the youth, and not
seeing any sign that there was much in him, 'What are you to make of
him?' 'You see, Mr. Linton,' rejoined the father--and it showed how
sound the old Scotchman was--'if he gets grace, we'll make a minister o'
him!' 'Oh, but,' says Mr. Linton, 'if he does not get grace, what will
you make of him then?' 'Weel, in that case,' said the parent, 'if he
disna get grace, we'll just mak' a dominie o' him! '"
--_From Memoir._