h thus teach
there is a death from which the sleeper may be awakened. How cruel it
is to seal such dead in the tomb!"

"Thou hast spoken, Mary," Joseph answered. "Fearful it is." Then he
turned to Lazarus. "Canst tell how thy soul did feel as thou didst
pass into the state of the dead?"

"Of feeling I had no knowledge. The incantations of the physician grew
feeble as the buzzing of a bee. The pleading of Martha reached my ears
like a child's call over a vast mountain, and the eyes of Mary, rimmed
in tears, did sink into darkness like stars in a far sky and then go
out. Yea, sight, sound, feeling, even knowledge of my own soul faded
away--for how long I know not. They do tell me it was four days. Once
as I lay asleep I did feel something like a cold flutter and faint
touch across my cheek as in a dream, and from a great distance seemed
to come the scent of spice. Then did something startle me. Aye, the
blood in my veins which had refused to run, gave a mighty leap forward,
there came a flood of air and a great burst of sunlight which did shine
through my being, and I awoke and did walk from the tomb in obedience
to the voice that called me forth--_it was the voice of Jesus_."

Joseph shook his head slowly saying, "I understand not. Herein lieth a
mystery."

"Yea, a mystery," Lazarus repeated.

"A mystery to those who understand not," Mary said. "But to the Master
it seemeth to be no mystery. Once when I sat with him upon the
house-top and marveled at the mystery of music, he did tell me that the
soul of man is made of Waves of Being. Yet did I not understand until
again he taught me. And this have I gathered of his wondrous
wisdom--all Time and all Space, and all Power that moves therein is a
Great Sea of Waves of Being. And the soul of man is like a tiny cupful
of the Waves of Being, dipped from this sea that lieth between endless
shores. And for a time these waves run to and fro in that which hath
the form of a man. Then do they depart into another form that the eye
beholdeth not. But whether these Waves of Being are making motion in
the Great Sea of the Universe or the soul of man, they are one and the
same waves, so that from a great force without is a great force within
played upon, and we call it a mystery. Yet, when he had told all this
I did not understand clearly, nor when he called the Great Sea by the
name of 'God' and the soul of man a little God. But when he called
this Universal