The splendor of a disciplined character, which has learned to bear with grace which meets everything as it comes, and without flinching, without fretting, without crying for sympathy, lifts the weight and carries it where it must go, and does this serenely and cheerfully for half a life because, during the foregoing half, it has battled with wild waters to reach that shore of solemn strength, — this splendor is very great. This glory comes of the things which work at the soul like swartsmiths with a fierce forge, and show us
"What anvils range, what hammers beat,
In what a forge and what a heat
Were shaped the anchors." —
