September 29

Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for him.— Ps. xxxvii, 7.

There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night; And grief may bide an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light.

For God has marked each sorrowing day, And numbered every secret tear, And heaven's long age of bliss shall pay For all His children suffer here.

W. C. BRYANT.

The mind never puts forth greater power over itself than when, in great trials, it yields up calmly its desires, affections, interests to God. There are sea- sons when to be still demands immeasurably higher strength than to act. Composure is often the highest result of power. Think you it demands no power to calm the stormy elements of passion, to moderate the vehemence of desire, to throw off the load of dejec- tion, to suppress every repining thought, when the dearest hopes are withered, and to turn the wounded spirit from dangerous reveries and wasting grief, to the quiet discharge of ordinary duties? Is there no power to put forth, when a man, stripped of his property, of the fruits of a life's labors, quells discon- tent and gloomy forebodings, and serenely and patiently returns to the tasks which Providence assigns?

WM. E. CHANNING.