What is eternal joy?

Someday soon, his turn will come. He will wear the look of one sleeping—he will be laid between four boards—he will be that unknown quantity, and he will be carried to the great, gloomy opening. While shovelfuls of earth fall on the dark and echoing bier, the mysterious soul will forsake that garment, the body, and rise in light from the gathering shadows. Then, for that soul, those truly living, will softly call to the newcomer, and bending over his dazzled face, will wear that radiant smile worn amid the stars. Thus he will depart, leaving some regrets behind him, and at the same time being received with joy in eternal day.