Another day falls into the past but the heart is not blind for like a bat in the dusk it feels and it hears and its aim is sure. My heart has hears only good voices and thoughts and so it soars like an eagle each day. The sweetest devotion to goodness must always bring reward; for then eternity is assured. I shall wait on the edge of consciousness for you always, for the days are running in our favour now and there is no cloud so dark it might stop the sun shining. It frightens me only in so much; as fear of an excess of joy with my heart singing and flying higher than the lark ascending to the blue-skied dawn.