
OCTOBER NINTH
I will not doubt, though all my ships at sea
Come drifting home with broken masts and sails;
I shall believe the Hand which never fails
From seeming evil worketh good for me;
And though I weep because those sails are battered,
Still will I cry, while my best hopes lie shattered,
"I trust in Thee."
?Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
Cease every joy to glimmer on my mind.
But leave, O leave the light of hope behind.
?Thomas Campbell.
Hope deferred maketh the heart sick; But when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life.
?Proverbs 13. 12.