It Is Certain That This

When The Race Is Ended, And The Play Is Either Won Or Lost, And Ye Are In The Utmost Circle And Border Of Time, And Shall Put Your Foot Within The March Of Eternity, All The Good Things Of Your Short Nightdream Shall Seem To You Like Ashes Of A Blaze Of Thorns Or Straw.

Well's Them Who Are Under Crosses, And Christ Says To Them, "half Mine."

When We Shall Come Home, And Enter Into The Possession Of Our Brother's Fair Kingdom, And When Our Heads Shall Find The Weight Of The Eternal Crown Of Glory, Then We Shall Look Back To Pains And Sufferings And Then We Will See Life And Sorrow To Be Less Than One Step Or Stride From A Prison To Glory. Our Little Inch Of Time-suffering Is Not Worthy Of Our First Night's Welcome-home To Heaven.

The Secret Formula Of The Saints: When I Am In The Cellar Of Affliction, I Look For The Lord's Choicest Wines.

Let Your Children Be As So Many Flowers, Borrowed From God. If The Flowers Die Or Wither, Thank God For A Summer Loan Of Them.