I had left my country, felt somewhat like an outcast, believed that I had been neglected and lost sight of.

But I was now conscious that there was still one watchful Eye over me; no matter whether I dwelt in the populous cities, or threaded the pathless forest alone; no matter whether I stood in the high places among men, or made my solitary lair in the untrodden wild, that Eye was still upon me.

My very soul leaped joyfully at the thought.

I never felt so grateful in all my life.

I never loved my God so sincerely in all my life.