Трое в лодке не считая собаки

           Weareaschildrenwhosesmallfeethavestrayedintosomedim-littempleofthegodtheyhavebeentaughttoworshipbutknownot;and,standingwheretheechoingdomespansthelongvistaoftheshadowylight,glanceup,halfhoping,halfafraidtoseesomeawfulvisionhoveringthere. 

           Andyetitseemssofullofcomfortandofstrength,thenight. Initsgreatpresence,oursmallsorrowscreepaway,ashamed. Thedayhasbeensofulloffretandcare,andourheartshavebeensofullofevilandofbitterthoughts,andtheworldhasseemedsohardandwrongtous. ThenNight,likesomegreatlovingmother,gentlylaysherhanduponourfeveredhead,andturnsourlittletear-stainedfacesuptohers,andsmiles;and,thoughshedoesnotspeak,weknowwhatshewouldsay,andlayourhotflushedcheekagainstherbosom,andthepainisgone. 

           Sometimes,ourpainisverydeepandreal,andwestandbeforeherverysilent,becausethereisnolanguageforourpain,onlyamoan. Night’sheartisfullofpityforus: shecannoteaseouraching;shetakesourhandinhers,andthelittleworldgrowsverysmallandveryfarawaybeneathus,and,borneonherdarkwings,wepassforamomentintoamightierPresencethanherown,andinthewondrouslightofthatgreatPresence,allhumanlifelieslikeabookbeforeus,andweknowthatPainandSorrowarebuttheangelsofGod.