The fourth night I seemed to fall asleep,and that night woke indeed.
I opened my eyes and knew,although all was dark around me,that Ilay in the house of death,and that every moment since there I fell asleep I had been dreaming,and now first was awake."At last!"Isaid to my heart,and it leaped for joy.I turned my eyes;Lona stood by my couch,waiting for me!I had never lost her!--only for a little time lost the sight of her!Truly I needed not have lamented her so sorely!
It was dark,as I say,but I saw her:SHE was not dark!Her eyes shone with the radiance of the Mother's,and the same light issued from her face--nor from her face only,for her death-dress,filled with the light of her body now tenfold awake in the power of its resurrection,was white as snow and glistering.She fell asleep a girl;she awoke a woman,ripe with the loveliness of the life essential.I folded her in my arms,and knew that I lived indeed.
"I woke first!"she said,with a wondering smile.
"You did,my love,and woke me!"
"I only looked at you and waited,"she answered.
The candle came floating toward us through the dark,and in a few moments Adam and Eve and Mara were with us.They greeted us with a quiet good-morning and a smile:they were used to such wakings!
"I hope you have had a pleasant darkness!"said the Mother.
"Not very,"I answered,"but the waking from it is heavenly.""It is but begun,"she rejoined;"you are hardly yet awake!""He is at least clothed-upon with Death,which is the radiant garment of Life,"said Adam.
He embraced Lona his child,put an arm around me,looked a moment or two inquiringly at the princess,and patted the head of the leopardess.
"I think we shall meet you two again before long,"he said,looking first at Lona,then at me.
"Have we to die again?"I asked.
"No,"he answered,with a smile like the Mother's;"you have died into life,and will die no more;you have only to keep dead.Once dying as we die here,all the dying is over.Now you have only to live,and that you must,with all your blessed might.The more you live,the stronger you become to live.""But shall I not grow weary with living so strong?"I said."What if I cease to live with all my might?""It needs but the will,and the strength is there!"said the Mother.
"Pure life has no weakness to grow weary withal.THE Life keeps generating ours.--Those who will not die,die many times,die constantly,keep dying deeper,never have done dying;here all is upwardness and love and gladness."She ceased with a smile and a look that seemed to say,"We are mother and son;we understand each other!Between us no farewell is possible."Mara kissed me on the forehead,and said,gayly,"I told you,brother,all would be well!--When next you would comfort,say,`What will be well,is even now well.'"She gave a little sigh,and I thought it meant,"But they will not believe you!""--You know me now!"she ended,with a smile like her mother's.
"I know you!"I answered:"you are the voice that cried in the wilderness before ever the Baptist came!you are the shepherd whose wolves hunt the wandering sheep home ere the shadow rise and the night grow dark!""My work will one day be over,"she said,"and then I shall be glad with the gladness of the great shepherd who sent me.""All the night long the morning is at hand,"said Adam.
"What is that flapping of wings I hear?"I asked.
"The Shadow is hovering,"replied Adam:"there is one here whom he counts his own!But ours once,never more can she be his!"I turned to look on the faces of my father and mother,and kiss them ere we went:their couches were empty save of the Little Ones who had with love's boldness appropriated their hospitality!For an instant that awful dream of desolation overshadowed me,and I turned aside.
"What is it,my heart?"said Lona.
"Their empty places frightened me,"I answered.
"They are up and away long ago,"said Adam."They kissed you ere they went,and whispered,`Come soon.'""And I neither to feel nor hear them!"I murmured.
"How could you--far away in your dreary old house!You thought the dreadful place had you once more!Now go and find them.--Your parents,my child,"he added,turning to Lona,"must come and find you!"The hour of our departure was at hand.Lona went to the couch of the mother who had slain her,and kissed her tenderly--then laid herself in her father's arms.
"That kiss will draw her homeward,my Lona!"said Adam.
"Who were her parents?"asked Lona.
"My father,"answered Adam,"is her father also."She turned and laid her hand in mine.
I kneeled and humbly thanked the three for helping me to die.Lona knelt beside me,and they all breathed upon us.
"Hark!I hear the sun,"said Adam.
