Weep not because the vessel of thy present comfort has gone out to sea, and thou hast lost sight of the white sails; it shall come back again to thee laden with nobler treasure.
Weep not because the sun has gone down, for it descendeth that the dews may be brought forth and the earth may be watered, and the flowers may drip with perfume.
Wait thou awhile, and the sun shall come back to thee again, and the morn shall be the brighter because of the gloom of the night. O sorrow not, heir of heaven, because the skies are clouded, the clouds are big with mercy; and each cloud is the mother of ten thousand blossoms, and harvests lie concealed in yonder darkness!
O be thou confident that amongst all thy jewels, all thy precious ornaments and tokens of love that God has given thee, thou hast nothing brighter than the jet jewels of affliction, no diamonds of a finer water than those of trouble.
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