So she hid her face in her hands, and listened, while the low harmony shivered through the air, unheeded by others, with the message of God to man.

Not comprehending, it may be,--the poor girl,--hungry still to know.

Yet, when she looked up, there were warm tears in her eyes, and her scarred face was bright with a sad, deep content and love.
So the hot, long day was over for them all,--passed as thousands of days have done for us, gone down, forgotten: as that long, hot day we call life will be over some time, and go down into the gray and cold.
Surely, whatever of sorrow or pain may have made darkness in that day for you or me, there were countless openings where we might have seen glimpses of that other light than sunshine: the light of that great To-Morrow, of the land where all wrongs shall be righted.

If we had but chosen to see it,--if we only had chosen!.