ABSTRACT
On such days as this I can hear the call of the angels leading us upwards, even occasionally catch a glimpse of the gleam from their white wings, which may bear us nearer to the sun. God knows if we must wait till we have wings of our own, or whether those of others shall support us on our long flight; perhaps both; perhaps the growth of wings, like love, reverence, beauty, truth, depends on the contemplation of them in others.
