_My Life_,
I have come back to thee! Thy heart gives thee no warning of my
presence; yet I am here--embracing thee with all the might of my soul.
Ah, forgetful Dove! How is it that thou hast had no spiritual
intelligence of my advent? I am sure that if yearnings and strivings
could have brought my spirit into communion with thine, thou wouldst
have felt me within thy bosom.
Thou truest-Heart, thou art conscious of me, as much as a heavenly
spirit can be, though the veil of mortality. Thou has not forgotten me
for a moment. I have felt thee drawing me towards thee, when I was
hundreds of miles away. The farther I went, the more was I conscious
of both our loves. I cannot write how much I love thee, and what
deepest trust I have in thee.
Dearest, expect me at six o'clock this afternoon. I have not the
watch, as thou knowest, and so it may be a few moments before or
after six. Oh, I need thee this very, very moment--my heart throbs,
and so does my hand, as thou mayst see by this scribble. God bless
thee! I am very well.