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.They greeted us with aquiet 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 garmentof Life," said Adam.He embraced Lona his child, put an arm around me, looked a momentor two inquiringly at the princess, and patted the head of theleopardess."I think we shall meet you two again before long," he said, lookingfirst at Lona, then at me."Have we to die again?" I asked."No," he answered, with a smile like the Mother's; "you have diedinto life, and will die no more; you have only to keep dead.Oncedying as we die here, all the dying is over.Now you have only tolive, and that you must, with all your blessed might.The more youlive, the stronger you become to live.""But shall I not grow weary with living so strong?" I said."Whatif 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 keepsgenerating ours.--Those who will not die, die many times, dieconstantly, keep dying deeper, never have done dying; here all isupwardness and love and gladness."She ceased with a smile and a look that seemed to say, "We aremother and son; we understand each other! Between us no farewellis possible."Mara kissed me on the forehead, and said, gayly,"I told you, brother, all would be well!--When next you wouldcomfort, say, `What will be well, is even now well.'"She gave a little sigh, and I thought it meant, "But they will notbelieve 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 thewilderness before ever the Baptist came! you are the shepherd whosewolves hunt the wandering sheep home ere the shadow rise and thenight grow dark!""My work will one day be over," she said, "and then I shall be gladwith 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 hecounts 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 themere we went: their couches were empty save of the Little Ones whohad with love's boldness appropriated their hospitality! For aninstant that awful dream of desolation overshadowed me, and I turnedaside."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 erethey 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 thedreadful place had you once more! Now go and find them.--Yourparents, my child," he added, turning to Lona, "must come and findyou!"The hour of our departure was at hand.Lona went to the couch ofthe mother who had slain her, and kissed her tenderly--then laidherself 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.Lonaknelt beside me, and they all breathed upon us."Hark! I hear the sun," said Adam.I listened: he was coming with the rush as of a thousand times tenthousand far-off wings, with the roar of a molten and flaming worldmillions upon millions of miles away.His approach was a crescendochord of a hundred harmonies.The three looked at each other and smiled, and that smile wentfloating heavenward a three-petaled flower, the family's morningthanksgiving.From their mouths and their faces it spread overtheir bodies and shone through their garments.Ere I could say,"Lo, they change!" Adam and Eve stood before me the angels of theresurrection, and Mara was the Magdalene with them at the sepulchre.The countenance of Adam was like lightning, and Eve held a napkinthat flung flakes of splendour about the place.A wind began to moan in pulsing gusts."You hear his wings now!" said Adam; and I knew he did not mean thewings of the morning."It is the great Shadow stirring to depart," he went on."Wretchedcreature, he has himself within him, and cannot rest!""But is there not in him something deeper yet?" I asked."Without a substance," he answered, "a shadow cannot be--yea, orwithout a light behind the substance!"He listened for a moment, then called out, with a glad smile, "Harkto the golden cock! Silent and motionless for millions of years hashe stood on the clock of the universe; now at last he is flappinghis wings! now will he begin to crow! and at intervals will men hearhim until the dawn of the day eternal."I listened.Far away--as in the heart of an æonian silence, I heardthe clear jubilant outcry of the golden throat.It hurled defianceat death and the dark; sang infinite hope, and coming calm.It wasthe "expectation of the creature" finding at last a voice; the cryof a chaos that would be a kingdom!Then I heard a great flapping."The black bat is flown!" said Mara."Amen, golden cock, bird of God!" cried Adam, and the words rangthrough the house of silence, and went up into the airy regions.At his AMEN--like doves arising on wings of silver from among thepotsherds, up sprang the Little Ones to their knees on their beds,calling aloud,"Crow! crow again, golden cock!"--as if they had both seen and heardhim in their dreams.Then each turned and looked at the sleeping bedfellow, gazed amoment with loving eyes, kissed the silent companion of the night,and sprang from the couch.The Little Ones who had lain down besidemy father and mother gazed blank and sad for a moment at theirempty places, then slid slowly to the floor.There they fell eachinto the other's arms, as if then first, each by the other's eyes,assured they were alive and awake.Suddenly spying Lona, they camerunning, radiant with bliss, to embrace her.Odu, catching sight ofthe leopardess on the feet of the princess, bounded to her next, andthrowing an arm over the great sleeping head, fondled and kissed it."Wake up, wake up, darling!" he cried; "it is time to wake!"The leopardess did not move."She has slept herself cold!" he said to Mara, with an upcast lookof appealing consternation."She is waiting for the princess to wake, my child," said Mara.Odu looked at the princess, and saw beside her, still asleep, twoof his companions.He flew at them."Wake up! wake up!" he cried, and pushed and pulled, now this one,now that.But soon he began to look troubled, and turned to me with misty eyes."They will not wake!" he said."And why are they so cold?""They too are waiting for the princess," I answered.He stretched across, and laid his hand on her face."She is cold too! What is it?" he cried--and looked round inwondering dismay.Adam went to him."Her wake is not ripe yet," he said: "she is busy forgetting.Whenshe has forgotten enough to remember enough, then she will soon beripe, and wake.""And remember?""Yes--but not too much at once though.""But the golden cock has crown!" argued the child, and fell againupon his companions."Peter! Peter! Crispy!" he cried [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]
