noon
It is a treacherous peace that is purchased by indulgence . Rather take this sorrow to thy heart , and make it a part of thee , and it shall nourish thee till thou art strong again . The shadows of the mind are like those of the body . In the morning of life they all lie behind us ; at noon , we trample them under foot ; and in the evening they stretch long , broad , and deepening before us . Are not , then , the sorrows of childhood as dark as those of age ? Are not the morning shadows of life as deep and broad as those of its evening ? Yes ; but morning shadows soon fade away , while those of evening reach forward into the night and mingle with the coming darkness .