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A German knight wished to make a great Aeolian harp, and drew wires from tower to tower of his castle. Then he listened for the music. But while it was calm and peaceful in the air no sound came from his harp. By and by the breezes began to blow softly and gently, and he heard very faint strains, like the murmuring of sweet voices far away. At length a storm arose and swept over his castle in all its fury, and then rich and grand music came from the wires; and the louder the tempest and the fiercer, the more majestic was the music of his harp.
So it should be in the Christian heart. The storm of trial, instead of hushing the melody, should add to its richness. The greater our troubles, the sores our sorrows, the more should we rejoice, the louder and sweeter should be our songs.