They followed the slow grace
of her arms and hands--it was, indeed, as if she held them in the
hollow of her hand.
She told all about the darkness our souls sail through under their
sealed orders, knowing neither course nor port--and, though you may
be calloused to these trite figures, are they not solemnly true
enough, and moving enough, if you take them to heart? And with that
slim child alone up there speaking these things so feelingly, it was
easy for Cherryvale in the hushed and darkened auditorium to feel
with her. . .
Sometimes they pass oblivious of one another in the gloom; sometimes
a signal flashes from out the darkness; a signal which is understood
as though an intense ray pierced the enveloping pall and laid bare
both souls. That signal is the light from a pair of human eyes,
which are the windows of the soul, and by means of which alone soul
can stand revealed to soul . . .
The emotional impression of this was tremendous on all these dear
Souls who had sailed alongside of Missy since she was launched.
So let these ships, which have such a vast, such an unutterable
influence, use that influence for brightening the encompassing
gloom.
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