Everything we call a trial, a sorrow or a duty, believe me, that angel's hand is there, the gift is there, and the wonder of an overshadowing presence. Our joys, too, be not content with them as joys. They, too, conceal diviner gifts.

No heaven can come to us unless our hearts find rest in it today.

I greet you. Not quite as the world sends greetings, but with profound esteem and with the prayer that for you now and forever, the day breaks, and the shadows flee away.

Courage you have, and the knowledge that we are all pilgrims together, wending through unknown country, home.

Everything we call a trial, a sorrow, or a duty, believe me, that angel's hand is there.

No heaven can come to us unless our hearts find rest in today. No peace lies in the future which is not hidden in this present little instant.

I salute you! There is nothing I can give you which you have not; but there is much, that, while I cannot give you, you can take. No heaven can come to us unless our hearts find rest in it today. Take Heaven. No peace lies in the future which is not hidden in this present instant. Take Peace. The gloom of the world is but a shadow; behind it, yet, within our reach, is joy. Take Joy.