“Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice;
For toil comes rest, for exile, home;
Soon shalt thou hear the bridegroom's voice,
The midnight peal: "Behold, I come."”

—  Horatius Bonar

Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 125.

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