it were in a circle of fire.

"Love is that Power which clasps the things of eternity and makes
them all its own,"--said the Voice in stronger tones of deeper
music--"It builds its solar system, its stars, its planets with a
thought!--it wakes all beauty, all delight with a smile!--it lives
not only now, but for ever, in a heaven of pure joy where every
thousand years is but one summer day! To Love there is no time, no
space, no age, no death!--what it gives it receives again,--what it
longs for comes to it without seeking--God withholds nothing from
the faithful soul!"

I still knelt, wondering if these words were intended only for me or
for some other listener, for I could not now feel sure that I was
without a companion in this strange experience.

"There is only one Way of Life,"--went on the Voice--"Only one way--
the Way of Love! Whosoever loves greatly lives greatly; whosoever
misprizes Love is dead though living. Give all thy heart and soul to
Love if thou wouldst be immortal!--for without Love thou mayst seek
God through all Eternity and never find Him!"

I waited,--there was a brief silence. Then a sudden wave of music
broke upon my ears,--a breaking foam of rhythmic melody that rose
and fell in a measured cadence of solemn sound. Raising my eyes in
fear and awe, I saw the lambent light around me begin to separate
into countless gradations of delicate colour till presently it
resembled a close and brilliant network of rainbow tints
intermingled with purest gold. It was as if millions of lines had
been drawn with exquisite fineness and precision so as to cause