“Yes; and I am glad that the shower came, though we dreaded it so much.”
“I daresay that if we looked at things as poor Bertha looks, we should find a great deal to make us glad.”
“Glad, and thankful besides,” said Priscilla.
“Ah, you are thinking less of the thorns and the clouds!”
“I see that earthly joys and earthly sorrows are mixed, like the lovely wild-flowers with the brambles; so that we should not care too much for the one, nor fret too much at the other. And as, when dark clouds roll over the sky, we yet know that the blue heaven is always beyond, we may look through all troubles with a sure glad hope.”
“And the hope of the righteous shall be gladness,” said Lucy.
Oh! who should be joyful and glad,
If not those whom the Saviour has loved,
Who, living or dying, their happiness rest
On the Rock which can never be moved?