December 6

I lay last night and knew not why I was sad.

"'Tis well with God," I said, "and he is the truth;

Let that content me."—'Tis not strength, nor youth,

Nor buoyant health, nor a heart merry-mad,

That makes the fact of things wherein men live:

He is the life, and doth my life outgive;

In him there is no gloom, but all is solemn-glad,