ther's hands； we will work our way upwards。〃
Still God pointed。
And I threw myself upon the earth and cried； 〃Earth is so small； so mean！ It is not meet a soul should see Heaven and be cast out again！〃
And God laid his hand on me； and said； 〃Go back to earth： that which you seek is there。〃
I awoke： it was morning。 The silence and darkness of the night were gone。 Through my narrow attic window I saw the light of another day。 I closed my eyes and turned towards the wall： I could not look upon the dull grey world。
In the streets below； men and women streamed past by hundreds； I heard the beat of their feet on the pavement。 Men on their way to business； servants on errands； boys hurrying to school； weary professors pacing slowly the old street； prostitutes； men and women； dragging their feet wearily after last night's debauch； artists with quick； impatient footsteps； tradesmen for orders； children to seek for bread。 I heard the stream beat by。 And at the alley's mouth； at the street corner； a broken barrel…organ was playing； sometimes it quavered and almost stopped； then went on again； like a broken human voice。
I listened： my heart scarcely moved； it was as cold as lead。 I could not bear the long day before me； and I tried to sleep again； yet still I heard the feet upon the pavement。 And suddenly I heard them cry loud as they beat； 〃We are seeking！we are seeking！we are seeking！〃 and the broken barrel…organ at the street corner sobbed； 〃The Beautiful！the Beautiful！ the Beautiful！〃 And my heart； which had been dead； cried out with every throb； 〃Love！Truth！the Beautiful！the Beautiful！〃 It was the music I had heard in Heaven that I could not sing there。
And fully I awoke。
Upon the faded quilt； across my bed a long yellow streak of pale London sunlight was lying。 It fell through my narrow attic window。
I laughed。 I rose。
I was glad the long day was before me。
Paris and London。
End