noon
Life is beset with trials , take which path we may . The brightest sky at times is darkened by clouds ; the calmest ocean vexed with storms . What matters it that we are called upon to bear the burden and heat of the day , if we receive the reward of our labours at night ? If the sunset be fair and peaceful , who recals the tempest that darkened the heavens at noon ? The quiet grave receives all at last ; and those who have worked hardest on earth , will find a brighter morning for their eternal holiday of love and praise . `` What are you thinking of , Flora ? '' said Lyndsay , drawing her arm within his own .