sheets of spray, over the distracted wilderness. Such was the turmoil
beneath, that he had to close his eyes again to feel that he was moving
onwards.

"The next time he opened them, it was to look up. And lo! a shadowy face
bent over him, whence love unutterable was falling in floods, from eyes
deep, and dark, and still, as the heavens that are above the clouds, Great
waves of hair streamed back from a noble head, and floated on the tides of
the tempest. The face was like his mother's and like his father's, and
like a face that he had seen somewhere in a picture, but far more
beautiful and strong and loving than all. With a sudden glory of gladness,
in which the spouting pinnacles of the fathomless pyramids of wandering
waters dwindled into the confusion of a few troubled water-drops, he knew,
he knew that the Lord was carrying his lamb in his bosom. Around him were
the everlasting arms, and above him the lamps that light heaven and earth,
the eyes that watch and are not weary. And now he felt the arms in which
he lay, and he nestled close to that true, wise bosom, which has room in
it for all, and where none will strive.

"Over the waters went the Master, now crossing the calm hollows, now
climbing the rising wave, now shrouded in the upper ocean of drifting
spray, that wrapped him around with whirling force, and anon calmly
descending the gliding slope into the glassy trough below. Sometimes, when
he looked up, the dreamer could see nothing but the clouds driving across
the heavens, whence now and then a star, in a little well of blue, looked
down upon him; but anon he knew that the driving clouds were his drifting
hair, and that the stars in the blue wells of heaven were his love-lighted
eyes. Over the sea he strode, and the floods lifted up their heads in
vain. The billows would gather and burst around and over them; but a
moment more, and the billows were beneath his feet, and on they were