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“It is often the case with the silent children about
us that they cherish a dream which they dare not
talk about. There are wonderful thoughts inside
many a head of soft hair; the brown eyes see many
wonderful visions behind their drooping eyelids;
many a fair maid has her bridegroom in heaven;
many a rosy cheek would anoint the feet of the
good king with precious ointment, and dry them
with her hair.
“Ebba Dohna dared not tell any one about it,
but since that evening she had lived for the Lord’s
Millennium alone, and to await his coming.
“When the evening sun lighted up the portals
of the west, she wondered if he would not appear
there, shining in quiet splendor, followed by
millions of angels, and pass by her, allowing her to
touch the hem of his mantle.
“She often thought, too, of the pious women who
had loved him as devotedly as she did, and hung
veils over their heads, and never raised their eyes
from earth, but imprisoned themselves in the quiet
of grey cloisters and the darkness of small cells so
as to see uninterruptedly the glorious visions that
rise from the darkness of the soul.
“Thus she had grown up, and such was her character,
when she and the new tutor began to meet
in the lonely park. I will speak no more ill of him
than I must. I try to believe that he loved that child
who chose him as her companion in her lonely walks.
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