Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall

Behind the clouds is the sun still shining.

Dreams or illusions, call them what you will, they lift us from the commonplace of life to better things.

I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.

Look upon the errors of others in sorrow, not in anger.

The rapture of pursuing is the prize the vanquished gain.

Love is a bodily shape; and Christian works are no more than animate faith and love, as flowers are the animate springtide.