The Divine Adventure etc. (Works vol. 4)

wards which our way was set. Sometimes they were so startlingly near that, from gorse upland or inland valley, we thought we saw the

hadows filled the green levels between the fern and the pines-like flocks of sheep following fantastic herdsmen-the Hills of the

were glad because of wha

day. A score of yards from the highway a cottage stood, sparrows stirring in the thatch, swift fairy-spiders running across the rude white-washed walls, a redbreast singing in the dew-drenched fuchsia-bush. T

e was nothing unusual in what we saw, save that a collie crouc

well here,"

e shadowy footsteps of those who s

hild. We knew, also, that those who had dark, cruel eyes, and wore each the feather of a hawk, had no power within, but were baffled, and roamed restlessly outside the cottage on the side of shad

irclewise round the cottage. They were Sons of Joy, who sang because in that mortal hour was born an immortal soul who in the white flame and the

aw a divine and beautiful light: in the eyes of the Will we saw

are

w my own shadow in the grass; then, in the twinkling of an

Soul; "we have a lon

ked onward. Suddenly the Soul turne

of your loneliness

nswered

o," said

no word mor

after a long while, and in a moment the old sup

company of the invisible, and see the passage of powers and influence, of demons and a

of what I feel. When I walk here with you side by side it is as though I

hivered with that great loneliness. The Body gla

well upon that lonel

gnal of Him whom we have lost. Listen, and in the deepest h

thing," sa

hollow shell. Authentic! ... when I know well that the murmur is no eternal voice, no whisper of the wave ma

m left. How am I to know that all, that everything, is not but an idle noise in my ears? How am I to know that the Hope of the Will, and the Voice of the Soul, and the message of the

Soul answered, "life would be intolera

smiled sc

weariness even, if one knows them to be no more th

an in a low voice a me

song of the blo

-song of the b

am far

t in th

and dream of

man's shadow flit

tricke

e of that

ildering sea-s

g of the myste

echo of th

of T

ith relief that we saw the gleam of water between the branches of a little wood of birches, which waded towards it through a tide of

e saying that the morning rainbow is the ghost of the day that p

Sister, wa

e Golden

ty Now and th

nd go Joy

t it is the joy only that is vain as the rainbow, which ha

gently, "or, if so, not

that gives the

ter tears, and

ainbow of So

Rainbow is the

ill s

have my say,

s rise throug

orlorn of i

ry Voice

s here, the

ay be the w

of the sun

some sweet

e Islands o

; but I t

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s not, the W

ame end wh

way is so

is all in

all the Wor