Our life here is but a span, and our
brief union shadowed by care, pain, sickness, and the never-dying
fear of parting. The sky of our being is not unclouded long. And
therefore I cannot believe that the blessedness of married love dies
forever at the end of this struggle to come into perfect form and
beauty. No, Doctor; the end is not here. And so Blanche and I turn
often with an eager delight to these relations, feeling, as we read,
that they are not mere pictures of fancy, but heavenly verities.
They teach us that if we would be united in the next world, we must
become purified in this. That selfish love, which is of the person
must give place to a love for spiritual qualities. That we must grow
in the likeness and image of God, if we would make one angel in His
heavenly kingdom."
His eyes rested upon Blanche, as he closed the sentence, with a look
full of love; and she, as if she knew that the glance was coming,
turned and received it into her heart.
I did not question the faith that carried them over the bounds of
time, and gave them delicious foreshadowings of the blessedness
beyond.
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