There is no resting-place in the stern trial
Until the heart-throbs cease;
We cannot hold Time fast, and bid him bless us,
And not for us the sun,
When shades fall fast, and doubts and woes oppress us,
Stands still in Gibeon.
E. H. Sears.
Here’s my case. Of old I used to love him
This same unseen friend, before I knew: