together for good."

As the Prince was bringing his speech to a close, a distant rolling of
drums announced that one of his brothers had arrived at the gates of
the city. It was Goldmorrow. And in a little while he entered the
hall, embraced his father, and was telling the story of his travel.

"My companions and I," he said, "have been where the Golden Age of my
dreams is displayed. We have been in that far future where there is to
be neither ignorance nor poverty, neither sickness nor pain, and where
cruelty and oppression and war are to be no more. It is greater than
my dreams. It is greater than I have words to tell. It is greater
than I had eyes to see. We were not able to endure the sight of it.
We felt ourselves to be strangers in a strange land. The people we met
looked upon us as we look upon barbarians. Our hearts sickened. We
said to each other: 'It is too high, we cannot reach up to it.' The
very blessings we had come to see did not look to us like the blessings
of which we had dreamed.

"But our greatest trial was still to come. The Lord had come back to
the earth and was living among the people of that Age. We made our way
to the palace in which He lived. It was like no palace we had ever
seen. It was like great clouds piled up among the hills. We were
present when the doors were thrown open. We beheld Him coming forth.
But the vision of that glory smote our eyes like fire. We were not
able to gaze upon it. Our hearts failed within us. This was not the
Christ we had known. We shrank back from the light of that awful
presence. We fell on the ground before Him. 'God be merciful to us
sinners,' we cried, 'we are not worthy to look upon thy face.' And
when we could open our eyes again the vision had passed.