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"I a!" I cried "Wait for me! Oh, I will coe: it was dark I ran out into

the garden: it was void

"Where are you?" I exclaimed

The hills beyond Marsh Glen sent the answer faintly back--"Where are

you?" I listened The wind sighed low in the firs: all was

ht hush

"Down superstition!" I commented, as that spectre rose up black by

the black yew at the gate "This is not thy deception, nor thy

witchcraft: it is the work of nature She was roused, and did--no

miracle--but her best"

I broke from St John, who had followed, and would have detained me

It was MY time to assume ascendency MY poere in play and in

force I told him to forbear question or remark; I desired him to

leave me: I must and would be alone He obeyed at once Where

there is energy to coh, obedience never fails I

mounted to my chamber; locked myself in; fell on my knees; and

prayed in my way--a different way to St John's, but effective in

its own fashion I seehty Spirit;

and ratitude at His feet I rose fro--took a resolve--and lay down, unscared, enlightened--

eager but for the daylight