it calling. Haste away, men, haste away.
Ah, look!--flowers by the roadside! an' sunlight, an', just ahead,
spires o' the city, an' beneath them--oh! what is there beneath
them ye go so many times to see?

"Who is this?

"Here is a man beside ye.

"'Halt!' he says, an cuts ye with a sword.

"Now the bell is tolling--the sky overcast. The spires fall, the
flowers wither. Ye turn to look at the man. He is a giant. See
the face of him now. It makes ye tremble. He is the White Guard
an' he brings ye back. Ah, then, mayhap ye rise in the dark, as I
have heard ye, an' shake the iron doors. But ye cannot escape him
though ye could fly on the wind. Know ye the White Guard? Dear
man! his name is thy name; he is thyself; day an' night he sits in
the watch tower o' thy soul; he has all charge o' thee. Make a
friend o' him, men, make a friend o' him. Any evening send for me,
an' mayhap they'll let me come an' tell thee how."

He paused. Trove could hear the tread of guards in the chapel.
They seemed to enter the magnetic field of the speaker and quickly
halted.

"Mind the White Guard! Save him ye have none to fear.

"Once, at night, I saw a man smiling in his sleep. 'Twas over
there in the hospital. The day long he had been sick with remorse,
an' I had given him, betimes, a word o' comfort as well as the
medicine. Now when I looked the frown had left his brow. Oh,
'twas a goodly sight to see! He smiled an' murmured o' the days
gone. The man o' guilt lay dead--the child of innocence was
living. An' he woke, an' again the shadow fell upon him, an' he
wept.

"'I have been wandering in the land o' love,' he said.

"'Get thee back, man, get thee back,' said I to him.

"'Alas! how can I?' said he; 'for 'tis only Sleep that opens the
door.'

"'Nay, Sleep doth lift the garment o' thy bitterness, but only for
an hour,' said I. 'Love, Love shall lift it from thee forever.'
An' now, I thank the good God, the smile o' that brief hour is ever
on his face. Ye know him well, men. Were I to bid him stand
before ye, there's many here would wish to kiss his hand. Even
here in the frowning shadow o' these walls he has come into a land
o' love, an' when he returns to his people ye shall weep, men, ye
shall weep, an' they shall rejoice. O the land o' love! it hath a
strong gate. An' the White Guard, he hath the key.

"Remember, men, ye cannot reap unless ye sow. If any would reap
the corn, he must pla