A little boy who was born blind had an operation performed which
enabled him to see. His mother led him out into the fields, and
uncovered his eyes for the first time, and let him look upon the
sky and trees and grass and flowers. “Oh, mother!” he cried,
“why didn’t you tell me it was so beautiful?” “I tried to tell
you, dear,” was her answer, “but you could not understand me.”
So it is sometimes with great verses in the Bible. When we read them
first or commit them to memory, we do not understand, but after, when
they fit the heart life and our eyes are opened, we wonder at the
beauty of them.--PHEBE PALMER.
(1661)
=Interpretation by Love=--See LOVE, INTERPRETATION BY.