Is it always selfish
to yield to depression? Can one help it, if the perspective of a coming year of
lonely labor seems very long? No. I shall not be alone; I shall feel the
sympathy of all the good and true, though apart from them; and though I cannot
come very near to any under this roof, yet to all I can come nearer than I
think I can. And by and by these strange restless yearnings will be stilled; I
shall quiet my soul in the peace of God. He has said, "I will never leave
thee nor forsake thee!" Oh! what is any woman's life worth without the
friendship of the One ever near, the only divine?
Yes, I will make my
work my friend. My trials, my vexations, my cares, shall speak good words to me,
and I will not blind my eyes to the beauty close at hand, because of the lost
glory of my dreams. I wish I could be more to all these young glad beings, — it
is not in me to touch the chords of many souls at once, but I will enlarge my
sympathies.
SOURCE: Daniel
Dulany Addison, Lucy Larcom: Life, Letters, and Diary, pp. 104-5
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