Then there will be air enough for all?

Then there will be air enough for all? For all—for those who have had a little bloom in this world, as well. I suppose the artist will paint his pictures, the poet sing his happy songs—the orator and author will not find their talents hidden in the eternal darkness of a grave—the sculptor will use his beautiful gift in the moulding of some heavenly Carrara—as well the singer as the player on instruments shall be there. Christ said a thing that has grown on me with new meanings lately—He that loseth his life for my sake shall find it. It, you see, not another man's life, not a strange compound of powers and pleasures, but his own familiar aspirations. So we shall best glorify God not less there than here, by doing it in the peculiar way that He himself marked out for us. But—ah, Mary, you see it is only the life  lost for His sake that shall be so beautifully found.