Judged of by itself, this life would indeed be vanity; but it was not to be judged of by itself.

All its ways seemed to break short aimlessly into precipices, or to be lost hopelessly in deserts.

They led to no visible end.

True; but they led to ends that were invisible--to spiritual and eternal destinies, to triumphs beyond all hope, and portentous failures beyond all fear.

This all men might see, if they would only choose to see.