Our green and salad days in the matter of hope are for ever past.

If we had it all absolutely secured to us that this world is still promising to its salad dupes, it would not come within a thousand miles of satisfying our hearts.

Whether the hopes of our hearts are to be fulfilled within the veil or no, that remains to be seen; but all the things without the veil taken together do not any longer even pretend to promise a hope to hearts like ours.

Our Forerunner has carried away our hearts with Him.

We have no heart left for any one but Him, or for anything without or within the veil that He is not and is not in.