joy that our joy should be full. Come, let us seek his face. There is no reason for despair, nor even for despondency. Let us love a chiding God, and before long we shall sing: “Thine anger is turned away, and thou comfortest me.” Begone, ye dark forebodings, ye ravens of the soul! Come in, ye humble hopes and grateful memories, ye doves of the heart! He who pardoned us long ago as a judge, will again forgive us as a father, and we shall rejoice in his sweet, unchanging love.