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Do we not fail to accord to our nights their true value? We are ever giving our days the credit and blame of all we do and misdo, forgetting those silent, glimmering hours when plans and sometimes plots are laid; when resolutions are formed or changed; when heaven, and sometimes heaven's enemies, are invoked; when anger and evil thoughts are recalled, and sometimes hate made to inflame and fester; when problems are solved, riddles guessed, and things made apparent in the dark, which day refused to reveal. Our nights are the keys to our days. They explain them. They are also the day's correctors. Night's leisure untangles the mistakes of day's haste. We should not attempt to comprise our pasts in the phrase, 'in those days'; we should rather say, 'in those days and nights'.
G. W. Cable, The Grandissimes (chap. XVII.).
Nothing astonishes me more, when a little sickness clogs the wheels of life, than the thoughtless career we run in the hour of health. 'None saith, where is God, my Maker, that giveth songs in the night, who teacheth us more knowledge than the beasts of the field, and more understanding than the fowls of the air?' Give me, my Maker, to remember Thee!
Burns to Mrs. McLehose.
References. XXXV. 10. Spurgeon, Sermons, vol. xliv. No. 2558. XXXV. 10, 11. Ibid. vol. xxvi. No. 1511. XXXVI. 2. Ibid. vol. xxiv. No. 1403.
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