But to-day, soothed somehow, I went along with
the familiar words as one listens to old music, with the
soothing process going on all along. Right _was_ right, and
glorious, and would prevail some time; and nothing could
hinder it. And then I came to words which I knew, yet which
had never taken such hold of me before.
"Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your
good works and glorify your Father which is in heaven."
"_That_ is what I have to do!" I thought immediately. "That is
my part. That is clear. What _I_ have to do, is to let my light
shine. And if the light shines, perhaps it will fall on
something. But what I have to do, is to shine. God has given
me nothing else."
It was a very simple, child's thought; but it brought
wonderful comfort with it. Doubtless, I would have liked
another part to play. I would have liked — if I could — to
have righted all the wrong in the world; to have broken every
yoke; to have filled every empty house, and built up a fire on
every cold hearth; but that was not what God had given me.
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