But the children of the kingdom shall be cast out into outer darkness: there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth.—Matthew, viii. 12.
He here with us to be
Forsook the courts of everlasting day,
And chose with us a darksome house of mortal clay.
Milton.
When joy no longer soothes or cheers,
And even the hope that threw
A moment’s sparkle o’er our tears
Is dimm’d and vanish’d too!
O who would bear life’s stormy doom,