‘—whistling boys and lowing cows,
And earthy sounds of cleaving ploughs;’
or the
‘Youthful love and maidens gay,
And bliss that found its wedding day,’
and when they do so, a different look comes into their faces, and their laugh grows young again—that is the strange thing. And I myself, I too, remember love in my sweet youth.”
“If any one has ever loved,” said Peter, “he cannot forget. Nothing goes to heaven but love.”
“Is it not heaven? We have a way of inferring that heaven is far off and walled in, but really all eternal things are so very near to us that a single step, a sudden ‘accident’ brings the disembodied spirit into an immediate recognition of them.”
“Then,” said Harry, clasping Adriana’s hand, “let us live now, for time is short.”
“No, sir,” answered the Professor, promptly, “man has forever.”