"Did we think of the roughness and steepness of the path below when we stood here two hours ago and looked on the glory of this scene? Did we stop to think of the bruises and scratches of the ascent, of how many times we had stumbled, or of the weariness of the way? No, it was all forgotten. And so, when we come to stand together, by and by, upon the heights of love,—such love as we have not even dreamed of yet,—will we then look back upon the tears, the pain, the heartache of to-day? Will we stop to recount the sorrows through which we climbed to the shining heights? No, they will be forgotten in the excess of joy!"
Darrell gazed at Kate in astonishment; her head was
uncovered and the rays of the sinking sun touched with gleams of gold the curling locks which the breeze had blown about her face, till they seemed like a golden halo; she had the look of one who sees within the veil which covers mortal faces; she seemed at that moment something apart from earth.
Taking her hand in his, he asked, brokenly, "Sweetheart, will that day ever come, and when?"
Her eyes, luminous with love and hope, rested tenderly upon his shadowed face as she replied,—
"At the time appointed,
| "'And that will be |
| God's own good time, for you and me.'" |