Most of us have noticed how fragrant the air is at night. Passing through a garden or a field of clover the very atmosphere seems to be laden with delightful perfumes. Scientists now tell us that certain varieties of roses are from thirty to forty per cent more fragrant at night than in the day, and that other varieties of flowers show an almost equally large percentage.
But it is not the flowers alone that give out their heaviest fragrances in the darkness. It is true of human lives also. It takes the night of sorrow to call forth their sweetest fragrance. Patience, sympathy, love, forgiveness – these and other rare perfumes are exhaled most freely when the sick chamber to impart a word of encouragement or hope has testified that he has brought away infinitely more than he has given.