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

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.

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

The gloom of the world is but a shadow. Behind it, yet within our reach is joy. There is radiance and glory in the darkness could we but see - and to see we have only to look.

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

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.