"My father God knows, my father knows," he said; "we cannot understand; He
knows." After a while he whispered, smiling--"I heard your voice this
morning when my eyes were not yet open, I felt you near me, my Father. Why
do you love me so? His face was illuminated. "In the last four months the
old question has gone from me. I know you are good; I know you love
everything; I know, I know, I know! I could not have borne it any more,
not any more." He laughed softly. "And all the while I was so miserable
you were looking at me and loving me, and I never knew it. But I know it
now. I feel it," said the boy, and he laughed low; "I feel it!" he laughed.
After a while he began partly to sing, partly to chant the disconnected
verses of hymns, those which spoke his gladness, many times over. The
sheep with their senseless eyes turned to look at him as he sang.
At last he lapsed into quiet. Then as the boy lay there staring at bush
and sand, he saw a vision.
He had crossed the river of Death, and walked on the other bank in the
Lord's land of Beulah. His feet sank into the dark grass, and he walked
alone. Then, far over the fields, he saw a figure coming across the dark
green grass. At first he thought it must be one of the angels; but as it
came nearer he began to feel what it was. And it came closer, closer to
him, and then the voice said, "Come," and he knew surely Who it was.
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