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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.

After Every Storm, There Comes Clear Open Skies.

Ye Have Lost A Child--nay, She Is Not Lost To You, Who Is Found To Christ; She Is Not Sent Away, But Only Sent Before; Like Unto A Star, Which Going Out Of Our Sight, Doth Not Die And Vanish, But Shineth In Another Hemisphere.

Think It Not Hard If You Get Not Your Will, Nor Your Delights In This Life; God Will Have You To Rejoice In Nothing But Himself.

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.