But there is much, very much, that, while I cannot give it, you can take.
No heaven can come to us unless our hearts find rest in it today.
And to see, we have only to look. I beseech you to look!
cast them away as ugly or heavy or hard. Remove the covering,
and you will find beneath it a living splendor,
woven of love by wisdom, with power.
Everything we call a trial, a sorrow or a duty, believe me,
that angel's hand is there.
Your joys, too, be not content with them as joys.
They, too, conceal diviner gifts.
that you will find earth but cloaks your heaven.
Courage then to claim it; that is all!
But courage you have, and the knowledge that we are pilgrims together,
wending through unknown country home.
but with profound esteem and with the prayer that for you,
now and forever, the day breaks and shadows flee away.