“Two eyes hath every soul:One into Time shall see;The other bend its gazeInto Eternity.In all eternityNo tone can be so sweetAs where man's heart with God,In unison doth beat.What'er thou lovest, Man,That too become thou must;God-if thou lovest God;Dust-if thou lovest dust.Let but thy heart, O man!Become a valley low,And God will rain on itTill it will overflow.”
Golden bars of light lay in the room. The sun was sinking peacefully to rest, like a great soul who had been faithful to every duty, and rayed out its life on the barren places of earth. In that calm evening, in the greater calm of their lives they sat, gathering rest for the morrow, and peace for their midnight dreams-dreams which brought to them the forms of their loved ones who had gone but a little while before, and who loved them still, rippling the silent stream with memory-waves, till they broke on the shore and cooled their weary feet.