Excerpt from Heart Whispers Heart Whispers. The Goal Is Home. I cannot know one incident the morrow Across the hidden way may bring, I cannot know what heritage of sorrow, What rush of pain into my heart may fling Its numbing chill; I cannot know if joy will kiss My lips, and spill from out the bubbling cup of bliss One drop for me. The far horizon's misty light Allows no knowledge of the things beyond my sight - Of what shall come to me, or go from out my reach Is little worth my while to guess. The skybeams teach The lesson that my soul is all content to know - That whether light or shadow touch the path I go, The goal is home. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.