Now the day is fading slowly and the week is near its close; comes the
Sabbath, calm and holy, with its quiet and repose; then the wheels no
more are driven, and the noise no longer swells and like whisperings of
heaven, sound the far-off Sabbath bells. Are we striving, are we
reaching, for the life serene and sweet? Not by platitudes and
preaching, not by praying on the street, but by doing deeds of
kindness, comforting some heart that's sore, helping those who grope in
blindness, giving something from our store. If it be our strong
endeavor to make others' lives less hard, then forever and forever
Sunday brings a rich reward.