Lizzie L. Baker, in _The Watchman_, voices a common hope that the
life to come will make the suffering of this life seem of no moment to
us:
As they who cross with only sails
The wave-lashed ocean wide and deep;
Slow journey, baffled by the winds,
At last strike sail, safe harbor reached,
Forget the hardships of the way.
So when we reach yon heavenly shore,
The toil and suffering undergone
Will not find place in memory’s crypt,
So fair the port for which we sailed.
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