“A light within a light,
A joy ensphered in joy.”
Such a child becomes a sacred guardian unto the household.
It was indeed an enchanted realm into which we now entered. Although visited many times during many years it now seemed more real, more beautiful, more perfect.
As far as vision (perception) could reach—as vast as the mind could compass or conceive there were children, children everywhere! Sporting in the light of their own brightness and joy; they were embodied sunbeams, weaving rainbow tinted thoughts into forms of beauty; flowers, flowers everywhere; songs of birds and child voices mingling with murmuring waters amid scenes of rarest beauty. Ah, the spirit realm of childhood; the playgrounds of the skies!
Not only children, but “those of larger growth,” parents, teachers, friends were there to teach, to aid, and to grow in greater knowledge and usefulness. Sometimes the children are the teachers to those older in Earth years.
Isles of light, radiant with flowers and verdure and surrounded by iridescent waters! Could one ever picture the thought-forms of these lovely ones?
“Let us make rainbows,” exclaimed one fairylike child among a group of playmates, some of whom were new in that realm. A questioning look came into the eyes of those addressed: “How can we make rainbows?” A child-teacher drew near and said: “I will show you; come with me.”
The five or six eagerly responded.
“Take hold of hands,” the Teacher said, “and have no fear, there can be no rainbows without clouds and light.”