"Ah, Edward, have I not often warned you against looking far away into the future, instead of stooping to gather the pearls of happiness that a good Providence has scattered so profusely around us?
They are around us still." Markland sighed.
"And you may be richer far than imagination has yet pictured.

Look not far away into the shadowy uncertainties of coming time for the heart's fruition.

The stones from which its temple of happiness is to be erected, if ever built, lie all along the path your feet are treading.

It has been so with you from the beginning--it is so now." "If I build not this temple, it will be no fault of yours," said Markland, whose perceptions were becoming clearer.
"Let us build it together," answered his wife.

"There will be no lack of materials.".