_Fight the good fight of faith, lay hold on eternal life, whereunto thou art also called_.–I TIM. vi. 12.

Oh, dream no more of quiet life; Care finds the careless out; more wise to vow Thy heart entire to faith’s pure strife; So peace will come, thou knowest not when or how.
LYRA APOSTOLICA.
Who art thou that complainest of thy life of toil? Complain not. Look up, my wearied brother; see thy fellow-workmen there, in God’s Eternity; surviving there, they alone surviving; sacred band of the Immortals, celestial body-guard of the empire of mankind. To thee Heaven, though severe, is not unkind; Heaven is kind,–as a noble mother; as that Spartan mother, saying while she gave her son his shield, “With it, my son, or upon it.” Thou too shall return home in honor; to thy far-distant Home, in honor; doubt it not,–if in the battle thou keep thy shield! Thou, in the Eternities and deepest death-kingdoms art not an alien; thou everywhere art a denizen. Complain not.
T. CARLYLE.