we float upon that great
harmony of love like upon a wonderful upbearing sea, and never can we
sink, and ever all is well--for we live in the thought of God."

"Amalia--Amalia--How about sin, and the one who--kills--and the ones
who hate--and the little children brought into the world in sin--"
Harry's voice trembled, and he bowed his head in his hands.

"Never is anything lost. They are the ones who have not yet
learned--they have not found the key to God's music. Those who find
must quickly help and give and teach the little children--the little
children find so easily the key--but to all the strings making
horrible discord on the earth--we dare not shut our ears and hide--so
do the sweet, good sisters in the convent. They do their little to
teach the little children, but it is always to shut their ears. But
the Christ went out in the world, not with hands over his ears, but
outreached to his brothers and sisters on the earth. But my father--my
father! He turned away from the church, because he saw they had not
found the true key to God's music--or I mean they kept it always hid,
and covered with much--how shall I say--with much drapery--and golden
coverings, that the truth--that is the key--was lost to sight. It was
for this my father quarreled with--all that he thought not the truth.
He believed to set his people free both from the world's oppression
and from their own ignorance, and give to them a truth uncovered. Oh,
it set his old friends in great discord more than ever--for they could
not make thus God's music. And so they rose up and threw him in
prison, and all the terrible things came upon him--of the world. My
mother must have been very able through love to drag him free from
them, even if they did pursue. It was the conflict of discord he felt
all his life, and now he is free."

Suddenly the mother's deep tones sounded through the cabin with a
finality that made them both start. "Yes. Now he is free--and yet will
he bring them to--know. We wait for him here. No more must he go to
Poland. It is not the will of God."

Still Harry was not satisfied. "But if you think all these great
thoughts--and you do--I can't see how you can quote those legends as
if you thought them true."

"I quote them, yes, because I love them, and their poetry. Through all
beauty--all sweetness--all strength--God brings to us his thought.
This I believe. I believe the saints lived and were holy and good,
loving the great brother