For I do not believe God means us thus to divide life into two halves - to wear a grave face on Sunday, and to think it out-of-place to even so much as mention Him on a weekday. Do you think He cares to see only kneeling figures, and to hear only tones of prayer - and that He does not also love to see the lambs leaping in the sunlight, and to hear the merry voices of the children, as they roll among the hay? Surely their innocent laughter is as sweet in His ears as the grandest anthem that ever rolled up from the 'dim religious light' of the solemn cathedral? ... Sun will rise on you, dear child, feeling your 'life in every limb,' and eager to rush out into the fresh morning air - and many a [day] will come and go, before it finds you feeble and gray-headed, creeping wearily out to bask once more in the sunlight - but it is good, even now, to think sometimes of that great morning when the 'Sun of Righteousness shall arise with healing in His wings.'
Surely your gladness need not be the less for the thought that you will one day see a brighter dawn than this - when lovelier sights will meet you eyes than any waving trees or rippling waters... and when all the sadness, and the sin, that darkened life on this little earth, shall be forgotten like the dreams of a night that is past.
- Lewis Carroll (Author of Alice in Wonderland)