I will follow thee." He took me by the hand, and led me back. We
walked up and down the fair together. And as we walked, the tumult
lessened, and lessened. They made a path for us to go, and all eyes were
turned upon my guide. The tumult sank, and all was still. Men and women
stood in silent rows. My guide looked upon them all, on the right and on
the left. And they all looked on him till their eyes filled with tears.
And the old faces of my friends grew slowly out of the worldly faces,
until at length they were such as I had known of yore.
Suddenly they all fell upon their knees, and their faces changed into the
likeness of my marble faces. Then my guide waved his hand--and lo! we were
in the midst of my garden of the dead; and the wind was like the sound of
a going in the tops of the pine trees; and my white marbles glimmered
glorified on the altars of the tombs. And the dream vanished, and I came
awake.
And I will not say here whose face the face of my guide was like.
THE END.
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