It would not be right in us not to look forward, say, from spring-time to summer, and from summer to harvest.

If the husbandman had not hope in the former and in the latter rain he would not sow; and as it is with the husbandman so it is with us all: so ought it to be, and so it must be.

But we say God willing! all the time that we plot and plan and hope.

And we say God willing! no longer with a sigh, but, now, always with a smile.

In His will is our tranquillity, we say, and we know that if it is not His will that this and that slightly anchored hope should be fulfilled, then that only means that all our hopes, to be called hopes, are soon to be realised.