Christ Has No Velvet Crosses.

Think It Not Hard If You Get Not Your Will, Nor Your Delights In This Life; God Will Have You To Rejoice In Nothing But Himself.

After Every Storm, There Comes Clear Open Skies.

I Know That, As Night And Shadows Are Good For Flowers, And Moonlight And Dews Are Better Than A Continual Sun, So Is Christ's Absence Of Special Use, And That It Hath Some Nourishing Virtue In It, And Giveth Sap To Humility, And Putteth An Edge On Hunger, And Funisheth A Fairfield To Faith To Put Forth Itself, And To Exercise Its Fingers In Gripping It Seeth Not What.

There Is Nothing That Will Make You A Christian Indeed, But A Taste Of The Sweetness Of Christ.

Well's Them Who Are Under Crosses, And Christ Says To Them, "half Mine."