We should remember past mercies and blessings. If we do, our past will shine down upon us like a clear sky full of stars. Such remembering will keep the gratitude ever fresh in our hearts, and the incense of praise ever burning on the altar. Such a house of memory becomes a refuge to which we may flee in trouble. When sorrows gather thickly, when trials come, when the sun goes down and every star is quenched, and there seems nothing left to our hearts in all the present, then the memory of a past full of goodness, a past in which God has never once failed us, becomes a holy refuge for our souls — a refuge gemmed and lighted by the lamps of other and brighter days.