cious of bliss, unimaginable yet felt. I had
neither made it nor prayed for it: it was mine in virtue of existence!
and existence was mine in virtue of a Will that dwelt in mine.

Then the dreams began to arrive--and came crowding.--I lay naked on a
snowy peak. The white mist heaved below me like a billowy sea. The cold
moon was in the air with me, and above the moon and me the colder sky,
in which the moon and I dwelt. I was Adam, waiting for God to breathe
into my nostrils the breath of life.--I was not Adam, but a child in
the bosom of a mother white with a radiant whiteness. I was a youth on
a white horse, leaping from cloud to cloud of a blue heaven, hasting
calmly to some blessed goal. For centuries I dreamed--or was it
chiliads? or only one long night?--But why ask? for time had nothing to
do with me; I was in the land of thought--farther in, higher up than the
seven dimensions, the ten senses: I think I was where I am--in the heart
of God.--I dreamed away dim cycles in the centre of a melting glacier,
the spectral moon drawing nearer and nearer, the wind and the welter
of a torrent growing in my ears. I lay and heard them: the wind and
the water and the moon sang a peaceful waiting for a redemption drawing
nigh. I dreamed cycles, I say, but, for aught I knew or can tell, they
were the solemn, aeonian march of a second, pregnant with eternity.

Then, of a sudden, but not once troubling my conscious bliss, all the
wrongs I had ever done, from far beyond my earthly memory down to the
present moment, were with me. Fully in every wrong lived the conscious
I, confessing, abjuring, lamenting the dead, making atonement with each
person I had injured, hurt, or offended. Every human soul to which I had
caused a troubled thought, was now grown unspeakably dear to me, and I
humbled myself before it, agonising to cast from between us the clinging
offence. I wept at the feet of the mother whose commands I had slighted;
with bitter shame I confessed to my father that I had told him two lies,
and long forgotten them: now for long had remembered them, and kept them
in memory to crush at last at his feet. I was the eager slave of all
whom I had thus or anyhow wronged. Countless services I devised to
render them! For this one I would build such a house as had never grown
from the ground! for that one I would train such horses as had never yet
been seen in any world! For a third I would make such a garden as had
never bloomed, haun