Your affectionate sister,
Hattie.
To a friend she writes a little later:--
"I have thought much lately of the possibility of my leaving you all
and going home. I am come to that stage of my pilgrimage that is
within sight of the River of Death, and I feel that now I must have
all in readiness day and night for the messenger of the King. I have
sometimes had in my sleep strange perceptions of a vivid spiritual
life near to and with Christ, and multitudes of holy ones, and the joy
of it is like no other joy,--it cannot be told in the language of the
world. What I have then I _know_ with absolute certainty, yet it
is so unlike and above anything we conceive of in this world that it
is difficult to put it into words. The inconceivable loveliness of
Christ! It seems that about Him there is a sphere where the enthusiasm
of love is the calm habit of the soul, that without words, without the
necessity of demonstrations of affection, heart beats to heart, soul
answers soul, we respond to the Infinite Love, and we feel his answer
in us, and there is no need of words. All seemed to be busy coming and
going on ministries of good, and passing each gave a thrill of joy to
each as Jesus, the directing soul, the centre of all, 'over all, in
all, and through all," was working his beautiful and merciful will to
redeem and save. I was saying as I awoke:--
"''T is joy enough, my all in all,
At thy dear feet to lie.
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