Though the pressure of environment, lies heavy upon me, it is but my own pressure against the encircling wall; and I know that the wings Thou hast given me will bear me over and above it.

I see them now, they are mine now, they are growing stronger and stronger for of Thee is their strength.

1 am neither cast down nor dismayed, for as Thy child I am Lord of all.

Environment has no power to keep me from Thee.

Thou are drawing me from the protecting nest. that 1 may prove my kinship with Thee.

Here, within it, as the outward man held back by its embrace, in the within I am free to find and know Thee.

This moment I am free to mount upward, though my flesh is held down by the things of sense.

None of the trammels of sense-consciousness can rob me of my heavenly wings.

As the child seeks its mother’s bosom, so fly I to Thee.