Although I have written you recently, I send you the
following because I know that sometimes rough obstacles arise
on our path. Courage, old son, after the rain, good weather:
keep hoping for that.
The rain and good weather alternate on The road that goes
uphill all the way, yes to the very end, and one rests also
from time to time during the journey that takes the whole day
long, from morn till night.
Think on this, now and in later years, “This also will
Jules Dupré liked to repeat: 'One has one's beautiful
days'. Let us believe it too.
Today, I have the opportunity to send a parcel to A. and W.
in England. I have sent them notably The Imitation of Jesus
Christ and some separate fragments of the Bible published in a
collection of the Psalms which I have sent you.
Read them with assiduity. Do you want also the four
Evangelists and some Epistles, which are published
I would like to have a Hymnbook in Dutch. If the opportunity
arises, send me the least expensive edition than you can find.
I already have the Psalms. There are some very beautiful
English hymns, for instance:
Thy way, not mine, O Lord,
However dark it be:
Lead me by Thine own hand
Choose out the path for me…
I dare not choose my lot;
I would not, if I might;
Choose Thou for me, my God:
So shall I walk aright.
The kingdom that I seek,
Is Thine, so let the way
That leads to it be Thine,
Else I must surely stray.
Choose Thou for me my friends,
My sickness or my health;
Choose Thou my cares for me,
My poverty or wealth.
Not mine, not mine the choice,
In things or great or small
Be Thou my guide, my strength
My wisdom, and my all.
And the following:
Nearer, my God, to Thee
Nearer to Thee.
E'en though it be a cross,
That raiseth me;
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.
Oft in sorrow…oft in woe
Onward, Christians, onward go:
Fight the fight, maintain the strife,
Strengthened with the Bread of life.
Let your drooping hearts be glad:
March in heavenly armour clad:
Fight, nor think the battle long,
Soon shall victory tune your song.
Let not sorrow dim your eye,
Soon shall every tears be dry;
Let not fears your course impede,
Great your strength, if great your need.
Best regards to all the friends. How is Carolien Van
Stockum? Give her my kindest regards and believe me, your
Does the road go uphill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the journey take the whole long day ?
From morn till night, my friend. 1
Christina Rossetti. Inaccurately quoted by Vincent in
At this time, Vincent was 22 year old
Vincent van Gogh. Letter to Theo van Gogh. Written 6 October 1875 in Paris. Translated by Mrs. Johanna van Gogh-Bonger, edited by Robert Harrison, number 041.
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