But many are crushed by their sorrow.

They yield to it, and it bears them down beneath its weight.

They turn their faces away from heaven's blue and the light of God, toward the grave's darkness, and their souls grow toward the gloom.
Here is a mother who several years since lost by death a beautiful daughter.

The mother was a Christian woman, and her child was also a Christian, dying in sweet hope.

Yet never since that coffin was closed has the mother lifted up her eyes toward God in submission and hope.
She visits the cemetery on Sundays, but never the church.