'Midst failures oft thy work was done,
Life's highest goal is gained."
JOY IN THE MORNING
The night of affliction, with its long hours of sadness,
Will soon pass away to be remembered no more;
And the weeping will end in a morning of gladness;
For no sorrow is known on the evergreen shore.
In this world we shall have tribulation and sorrow;
'Tis enough for the subject to be as his king;