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old age receives again his crown; pleased as a child
when called to play.
The next day the Captain’s wife sat at the bed-side
of her son and talked of the bliss of liberated
spirits and their glorious life.
“They work,” she said; “they create. Such artists,
my son, such artists! When you come among
them what shall you be? Ah! you will be one of the
sculptors without mallet or chisel who form roses
and lilies, one of the master-painters of the sunset
glow. When the sunsets are most beautiful, I shall
say to myself, ‘This is Ferdinand’s work.’
“My dear lad, only think of all there is to see
and to do! Think of the seeds that must be wakened
to life each spring, the storms that must be guided,
the dreams that must be sent, and think too of the
great journey through space from world to world!
“Remember me, my son, when you behold so
much beauty. Your poor mother has never seen any
place but Värmland.
“One day you will stand before our Lord and
ask Him to let you have one of the little worlds
that roll in space, and He will give it you. The one
you receive will be dark and cold, full of cliffs and
chasms, with no flowers nor animals. But you will
labor on the star God gives you: you will bring
thither light and warmth and air, you will bring
herbs and nightingales and bright-eyed gazelles,
you will have falls rushing down the ravines, you
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