T. T. Stone's prayer from this morning continued. I wish everyone a
a "night of peace:"
"Thine also is the night. I look out in silence on the silence which thou spreadest around me, below and above. My soul riseth, O Lord, to thee! Thy stars! Thy moon! Thy midnight sky! Dearer than the day cometh the rapture to bear me from everything weak and low to the height of thy mysterious presence. Maker of suns and earths, of day and night, of all which grows and all which lives through the world and the seasons, thou, only thou, art my Father. Quicken thy child to love thee. My heart is full of joy; hallow every joy with thy love and peace."