God is not so wary as we, else He would give us no friends, lest we forget Him! The charms of the heaven in the bush are superseded, I fear, by the heaven in the hand, occasionally.

I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet know I how the heather looks, And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God, Nor visited in Heaven; Yet certain am I of the spot, As if a chart were given.

My only sketch, profile, of Heaven is a large blue sky, and larger than the biggest I have seen in June -- and in it are my friends -- every one of them.

Heaven is what I cannot reach!

And so upon this wise I prayed,-- Great Spirit, give to me A heaven not so large as yours But large enough for me.

I confess that I love him, I rejoice that I love him, I thank the maker of Heaven and Earth that gave him to me. The exultation floods me.