The very cry of the burdened spirit shot forth into the void―a cry wrung out by bitter sorrow―is an unknown relief.
The spirit is lightened as your guardians labour to pour into your sorrow-laden soul the balm of sympathy and consolation.
This is the strange peace, which steals over the spirit and assures it of a sympathising and consoling God.
The prayer has done its work, for it has drawn down an angel friend and the bursting heart, crushed with its load of care and sorrow, is comforted by angel sympathy.
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