We shall
live through a long, long chain of days and endless evenings; we shall patiently bear the trials fate sends us; we'll work for others, now and in our old age, without ever knowing rest, and when our time comes, we shall die submissively; and there,
beyond the
grave, we shall say that we have suffered, that we have wept, that we have known bitterness, and God shall have pity on us; and you and I, Uncle, dear Uncle, shall behold a
life that is bright, beautiful, and fine.
Whatever
through the pressure of sin, evil communion from others, pain and ignorance can not be repaired or even healed a little in this time, is still covered by that
living, personal, continuing redemption which consummates
beyond the
grave what could not be operated here.