God findeth out a way.”
O little book, I shut up in you many sacred sorrows! But where on this earth shall the mortal be found, who is free of all trouble? Even the happy have secret griefs, they never utter:
“But anywhere, or everywhere,
If I fulfil God’s will,
And do my Life’s work bravely,
I shall be happy still.”
CHAPTER XVI
THE TERROR BY NIGHT AND BY DAY
“A place
Before his eyes appeared, sick, noisome, dark,