God washes the eyes by tears unil they can behold the invisible land where tears shall come no more.
It lies around us like a cloud- A world we do not see; Yet the sweet closing of an eye May bring us there to be.
Many a humble soul will be amazed to find that the seed it sowed in weakness, in the dust of daily life, has blossomed into immortal flowers under the eye of the Lord.
That ignorant confidence in one's self and one's future, which comes in life's first dawn, has a sort of mournful charm in experienced eyes, who know how much it all amounts to.
Come down here once, and use your eyes, and you will know more than we can teach you.
Eyes that have never wept cannot comprehend sorrow.