The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1897-11-07

Naw that my own eyss sax that which
IS deemed invisible ! fer 70 fear ard.
indeed 10 surprise. II seemed rather .
thing wholly natural and right taat
should thus meet my child again FOR
why should ws. who talk constantly OF
aeath as nothing more than a fran curtain
hung between Us and the infinite. shudae-
and % terrified when God nosds hack me
curtain for an instant that we may see
that which ne always knew 70 exist.
g.. whea I said is is you. nay SOM" my
voice shock fer Joy. bur not for fear.
cit Is T. he answered
saBut you are changed" / said.
ssIn Eden every flower IS blown" he re-
piled speaking very softly.
I stood silent a moment The words ne
has used were the words Of a dying poet.
and pondered how he should know them
He seemed 70 read my thoughts. and said:
.sVrnere I am now no bud is ever blighted.
Men and sy0meR become at once al they
meant 10 be. and perhaps tried in vain 10
be On earth. The poet v no could not make
his S0rg come right on earth. nnas IL
crow OF Itself there. The people who were
STRIVING and Sorrowful for lack OF love
ind The seeds Of love ripentng IN their
hearts ia 4 single night. The man who
sought 20 DO great things ard failed, finds
his dream attained. Even the sickIy little
child. after one bright sleep in the House
of Dreams. wakes up a youth, strong and
happy. for the thing that God meant al
ways comes 20 be-
.sTsH me more" / said. ''more about
this House Of Dreams"
The child stood silent, with a great So
lemnity shining in its eyes. Then he said:
.Corne that l may show you.
The moonlight quivered for an instant
Ike a lifting wave, and my hand sought
the childs For the first time l noticed
on his shoulders TWO tiny fans of fame,
and / saw his feet were winged. Then
the wave of light rose silently beneath us
both Something dark ana starred with
intricate and tangled ropes Of light lay
far below--it was the mighty city. ship
tossed upon the moonlit sec. mountain
raised its peak OF crystal Then all faded,
and the child and were alone in the
silence of the infinite.
The House OF Dreams lies at the east
most verge of heaven. and therefore near
est to the Land of Sleep where tired men
lay them down In the setting shadow OF
the sun.
Its walls are built OF opal having the
color OF fire mingled with snow; it's doors
are Of mother-of- pearl; its gateways are
fashioned of crystal, like unto pure. yet
softened light. Beside each gateway
stands an angel; yet is the angel not sep
arabic from the gateway. but as II were.
a part Of ii. For in the ever-shifting col
ors of the opal, faces come and go, and
eyes look out Of the tints OF mother-of-
pearl and living forms are family out
lined in the crystal. like fair bodies seen
through lucid sea water, so that the whole
vast edifce seems alive, and the angels
OF the gateways seem each instant newly
fashioned out OF the crystal pillars that
fold them like a flame. or like water
Stimulating flame.
Awe fell upon me as / watched this
sight. for there was in IL a thing wonder
ful and dreadful. The walls We're never
stu an instant, gust Of life ever passing
through them as the sea water is shaken
with the tide. and the faces came and
went as the swift fires burn and vanish
in the oval. And. looking downward.
perceived that the pavement also was
built up OF life. so that I trod delicately
lest / should hurt that on which l walked.
And voices spoke within the walls. and ia
the pavement at my feet, making an end
less mumuring of sound joyous and
musical And the sound was like the dis
tant calling OF a multitude. and at times
it seemed as If these infinite voices said
one great word of praise, after which a
silence fell.
Then / looked upon the child. for so
called him still in my thoughts, though I
knew that he was as the angels; but the