Duty Done Is Joy Begun.
By J. B. Brown
To some, duty, like law, seems a cheerless and rayless thing. The sun thinks not thus when he "rejoiceth as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, or a strong man to run a race." There is a sunny joy in the motion, the life, of all creatures, which, to the tuned and attentive ear, is music, which is but the hum of duty in the acting. The song of creation is the hymn of duty. Every bird that sings, every bee that hums, every flower that lifts its tremulous voice of praise to Him who has made so good a world, every star, bears its part in the great flood of harmony which floats the tributes of the duty of creation before the eternal throne. For man, duty in the doing is glory in the winning. "To them who by patient continuance in well doing [the complete picture of duty] seek for glory and honor and immortality, eternal life." —J. B. Brown.