"The night I sailed for China, March 3, 1893, my life, on the human side, was broken, and it never was mended again. But He has been enough."

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Not thine the sorrow, but ours, sainted soul! Thou hast indeed entered into the promised land, while we are yet on the march. To us remain the rocking of the deep, the storm upon the land, days of duty and nights of watching; but thou are sphered high above all darkness and fear, beyond all sorrow and weariness. Rest, oh, weary heart!

— Henry Ward Beecher