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The Temple of Truth. 145
strength and courage to ascend the craggy path,
but when he reached half-way he was compelled,
panting with exertion, to rest by the side of a
small spring which poured forth from amongst the
stones, and gathered in a small natural basin. He
leant down to drink, and beheld in the calm
mirror of the spring the head of an old man with
flowing white hair.
“So aged already! Then I must make haste!”
he called out, and commenced anew to climb the
mountain, clinging to the shrubs with tremulous
hands. Arrived nearly at the top, he could no
longer walk, but dragged himself along, never
taking his eyes away from the star, which ever
spread out into more and more dazzling and
beautiful lights before him.
At last Dan had reached the platform of the
summit, and on a projecting eminence quite near he
beheld a glorious temple, from the interior of which
a dazzling light poured forth. It was the Temple of
Truth, the goal of the wanderer; but he was so
exhausted that he could not even drag himself to
the entrance. Then once more the voices from the
brambles, from the river, and from the broad stairs
reached him, and they said in mocking unison,
“Where is, then, the reward of all your labours
when you cannot enter now?”
Dan raised his weary eyes, and with a faint smile
upon his lips he replied, “I have first trodden the
path; others will follow in my steps—that is
enough reward for me!” And now he felt that
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