So prayed the gray fathers of the world, Terah and Abram, Lot and Jacob; and John stood at the open window with his troubled face lifted to the starlit sky.

His soul was seeking earnestly that depth in our nature where the divine and human are one, for when the brain is stupefied by the inevitable and we know not what to abandon and what to defend, that is the sanctuary where we shall find help for every hour of need.
What words, wonderful and secret, were there spoken it is not well to inquire.

They were for John's wounded heart alone, and though he came from that communion weeping, it was -- as a child that cries, But crying, knows his Father near.
Nothing was different but he sat down hushed and strengthened, and in his heart and on his lips the most triumphant words a man or woman can utter, _"Thy Will be done!"_ Then there was a great peace.

He had cast all his sorrow upon God and _left it with God_.

He did not bring it back with him as we are so ready to do.