But tell me one thing,--must we all pass through tribulation before entering the kingdom of heaven?
Must we all travel with bleeding feet the thorny path of suffering, before being admitted into the presence of God ?" "The Bible must answer you, my child.

Do you remember, in the apocalyptic vision, when it was asked, 'What are these, which are arrayed in white robes?
and whence come they ?' It was answered, 'These are they which came out of great tribulation, and have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.'" "Therefore are they before the throne of God, and serve him day and night in his temple; and he that sitteth on the throne shall dwell among them." I remembered them well.
"Go on," I said, "that is not all." "They shall hunger no more, neither thirst any more, neither shall the sun light on them, nor any heat." She paused, and her voice became tremulous from deep emotion.
"One verse more," I cried, "only one." "For the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall feed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains of waters; and God shall wipe all tears from their eyes." There was silence for a few moments.

All words seemed vain and sacrilegious after this sublimest language of revelation.
At length I said,-- "Let me wear white, the livery of my mother, in heaven.

'T is a sin to mourn for her whose tears the hand of God has wiped away.".