These were meant for happy days?

No Greek and Hebrew original no polished dogma, no link in his stereotyped logic, not one of his eloquent sermons on the future state, came to his relief. These were meant for happy days. They rang cold as steel upon the warm needs of an afflicted man. Brought face to face, and sharply, with the blank heaven of his belief, he stood up from before his dead, and groped about it, and cried out against it in the bitterness of his soul.