THIS was the exclamation of a dying child, as the red rays of the sunset streamed on him through the window. “Good-bye, daddy; good-bye! Mother has come for me tonight. Don’t cry, daddy; we’ll all meet again in the morning.”
It was as if an angel had spoken to that father, and his heart grew lighter under his burden; for something assured him that his little one had gone to Him Who said, “Suffer little children to come unto Me, for of such is the kingdom of heaven.”
There is something heartening and inspiring to all who are in trouble in this, “We’ll all meet again in the morning.” Clouds may gather upon our paths, disappointments gather around us, but all this cannot destroy the hope within us, if we have this in our hearts— “All will be bright in the morning!”
L. H. C. T.