It is better to trust in work
than in money: God never buys anything, and is for ever at work; but
if any one trust in work, he has to learn that he must trust in
nothing but strength--the self-existent, original strength only; and
Donal Grant had long begun to learn that. The man has begun to be
strong who knows that, separated from life essential, he is weakness
itself, that, one with his origin, he will be of strength
inexhaustible. Donal was now descending the heights of youth to
walk along the king's highroad of manhood: happy he who, as his sun
is going down behind the western, is himself ascending the eastern
hill, returning through old age to the second and better childhood
which shall not be taken from him! He who turns his back on the
setting sun goes to meet the rising sun; he who loses his life shall
find it. Donal had lost his past--but not so as to be ashamed.
There are many ways of losing! His past had but crept, like the
dead, back to God who gave it; in better shape it would be his by
and by! Already he had begun to foreshadow this truth: God would
keep it for him.
He had set out before the sun was up, for he would not be met by
friends or acquaintances. Avoiding the well-known farmhouses and
occasional village, he took his way up the river, and about noon
came to a hamlet where no one knew him--a cluster of straw-roofed
cottages, low and white, with two little windows each.
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