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Each day of my illness, a lovely bouquet of flowers had been left at reenhouse, and were left without card, or sign of the giver I had an eccentric little friend as quite devoted to norance of the perforht hand--and I attributed this delicate and beautiful token of sympathy and affection to her; but, for so when the floere brought toca I had never had toward my little friend

Over teeks had passed, and I was downstairs in the study My nurse had gone out,at the , looking ard The sun had gone down in regal splendor Soression in the sky, for the attendants of the god of day were resplendent in attire They had been marshalled from all quarters of the heavens, and their stately and soleeous red, royal purple, and dazzling gold, had caused my heart to dilate with awe and reverential adht the h in joyous, iridescent waves

The climax of majesty and beauty was reached, and then the convocation broke up--not suddenly, but slowly, and with gracious dignity The sun sank into the waiting arhts of heaven faded, and the clouds slowly melted into dusk

The scene had stirred ht new thoughts and feelings rose froe and beautiful wild animals step frohbor next door--Mrs Thrush, sat on her broad, vine-clad gallery, rocking her little child in her arms By her side sat her husband, with one arm thrown across her lap He had laid his paper down, for the daylight was fading, and perhaps his thought was too happy to stoop to daily news Softly the little wife and ; she had a sweet home voice, and no music of orchestra ever moved me as did her lullaby

I was at that ory and my future, and still I was lonely

Far away to the east there was a low, long bank of clouds like a e, and as the poetry and melody of the lullaby rose froht, I saw a faint light above this line; then a group of ray haze, tinged with soft light, began to resolve itself into shadowy forue way, I traced a connection between the lullaby and the vision, and realized that ato me