MS. 1843.
Common Duties. September 5.
The only way to regenerate the world is to do the duty which lies nearest us, and not to hunt after grand, far-fetched ones for ourselves. If each drop of rain chose where it should fall, God’s showers would not fall as they do now, on the evil and the good alike. I know from the experience of my own heart how galling this doctrine is—how, like Naaman, one goes away in a rage, because the prophet has not bid us do some great thing, but only to go wash in the nearest brook and be clean.
Letters and Memories. 1854.
Despair—Hope. September 6.
Does the age seem to you dark? Do you feel, as I do at times, the awful sadness of that text, “The time shall come when you shall desire to see one of the days of the Lord, and shall not see it”? Then remember that
The night is never so long
But at last it ringeth for matin song.
. . . Even now the dawn is gilding the highest souls, and we are in the night only because we crawl below.
Prose Idylls. 1850.