' All seemed gone indeed; and there seemed
no home to hope for, in this world." He raised himself a little, and
then leaned back again; so that his head rested against her bosom.
"Safe home at last," he said, and stayed quite still for a moment,
in utter content. Then remembered what he was telling her, and went
on eagerly.
"So those words came back to me; and to get away from despairing
thoughts, I began reciting them, to an accompaniment of chords."
"'The radiant morn hath passed away,
And spent too soon her golden store;
The shadows of departing day--'"
"And then--suddenly, Jane--I SAW it, pictured in sound! Just as I
used to SEE a sunset, in light and shadow, and then transfer it to
my canvas in shade and colour,-so I heard a SUNSET in harmony, and I
felt the same kind of tingle in my fingers as I used to feel when
inspiration came, and I could catch up my brushes and palette. So I
played the sunset. And then I got the theme for life fading, and
what one feels when the glorious noon is suddenly plunged into
darkness; and then the prayer.
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