the face of the Father, and have never known fear nor sorrow. The woman
flew and fell at the child's feet, and he put his hand upon her, and
raised her up, and called her "mother." Then he smiled upon the little
Pilgrim, and led her away.

"Now she needs me no longer," said the Pilgrim; and it was a surprise to
her, and for a moment she wondered in herself if it was known that this
child should come so suddenly and her work be over; and also how she was
to return again to the sweet place among the flowers from which she had
come. But when she turned to look if there was any way, she found One
standing by such as she had not yet seen. This was a youth, with a face
just touched with manhood, as at the moment when the boy ends, when all
is still fresh and pure in the heart; but he was taller and greater than
a man.

"I am sent," he said, "little sister, to take you to the Father: because
you have been very faithful, and gone beyond your strength."

And he took the little Pilgrim by the hand, and she knew he was an
angel; and immediately the sweet air melted about them into light, and a
hush came upon her of all thought and all sense, attending till she
should receive the blessing, and her new name, and see what is beyond
telling, and hear and understand:--




THE LITTLE PILGRIM GOES UP HIGHER.