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_John_. Ah, 'tis He! 'tis He! He is with us. He has not forsaken us.
Verily, He has risen from the dead into a larger life than ever! Dear
Lord, Beloved Shepherd of Souls, is it Thou?
_Thomas_. I believe, I believe! It is past speech! Thy Kingdom comes as
I dreamed, but dared not believe!
_John_. He lives, He lives--the very Son of God!
Behold the Kingdom that He promised us;
'Tis no vain dream, 'tis everlasting truth!
He shall bind all the nations into one,
The love of him shall flood the world!
He shall conquer with love and gentleness, and not with the sword.
He shall live again in every heart that loves its fellow men.
Peace he will plant where discord grew before.
He will save and heal the souls of men forever and forever.
Ah, dear Master, forgive us, we beseech Thee,
For deeming Thou hadst ever died.
* * * * *
And so, having nearly burnt a house down, and perhaps myself with it, I
had written "finis" to my four-act play called _Judas_.
* * * * *
Hildreth and I had written faithfully to each other twice a day ... the
absurd, foolish, improper letters that lovers exchange ... I wrote most
of my letters in the cave-language that we had invented between us....
And we marked all the interspaces with secret symbols that meant
intimate caresses .
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