Her feet had faltered on her weary way, and many times she had grasped the little trees to keep from falling.
He awoke and looked again into the forest. He saw that these little trees were touched with gold.
He then closed his eyes in eternal sleep, and the Indian Summer had come upon the land.
The red arrow and the repentant hand had transfigured the hills, and the glory of the Divine was upon them.
THE END
