"'How beautiful, how wonderful it is!' her arms dropped from her head,
the body bent forward to the earth, she knelt; 'but must it always be as
it is! Shall not the companion of my days come to this dear place? The
light of sun and moon and stars seems as it always seemed on Earth, but
there does not come to me the divine touch of affection, that intimate
feeling of oneness and self-surrender that was mine with Randolph on the
Earth. A strength unknown to me before, a power of enjoyment, a motion
that is ecstacy, thought, feeling, language, all strong, radiant,
supreme, but yet loneliness! Memory of the things of Earth hardly
remains, except where love prints its firm expression. Randolph, my
husband, and Bradford, my boy, to me are deathless. Why can it not be
that they should be here also? Can the purposes of divine love be
fulfilled by this separation? Shall all the powers of this new life,
this beautiful and sinless Nature be wasted for the want of love which
holds both Nature and the soul in place, in harmony, in adoration of the
One enduring Thought?
"'How the long years have rolled by since I have left the Earth, and
how, amid all the pleasurable things of this serene and hopeful life,
the hidden loneliness has denied it the last completing touch of joy!
Only as I still dare to believe, that the flight of years must end his
aging days on Earth, and that the eternal destiny of married souls is an
eternal union, and that his reincarnation here shall bring us into a new
and better, richer, deeper harmony of mind and tastes and thoughts; only
as the belief grows stronger with passing time, can I, so surrounded
with peace and happiness, in this countryside of quiet work and gentle
cares, bear longer this awful isolation, the nights of prayerful hope,
the days of still enduring hope.
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