Life is a mystery to all men,
and the more profound the deeper the striving spirit
is immersed in its own selfish instincts. How
earnestly do we all fix our eyes upon the slowly-advancing
future, impatiently waiting that good time coming
which never comes! How fast the years glide by,
beginning in hope and ending in disappointment!
Strange that we gain so little of true wisdom amid
the sharp disappointments that meet us at almost every
turn! How keenly the writer has suffered with
the rest, need not be told. It will be enough
to say that he, too, has long been an anxious waiter
for the “good time coming,” which has not
yet arrived.
But hope should not die because of
our disappointments. There is a good time coming,
and for each one of us, if we work and wait for it;
but we must work patiently, and look in the right direction.
Perhaps our meaning will be plainer after our book
is read.
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