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They will know and love and work , as do the angels . '' `` In middle life , '' said Elizabeth , `` heaven seems farther away from us . '' `` True , my sister . At midday the workman may think of the evening , but it is his work that chiefly I engrosses him . Not that the Christian ever forgets God in his labor , but he needs to be on the alert , and to keep every faculty busy . But when the shades of evening gather , he begins to think of going home , and of the result of his labor . '' `` In middle life , too , death amazes us .