And the power held me up, and I knew that that great river was the grave, and death dwelt there, but not the death I had met in the black tomb.

That, I felt, was gone for ever.

For on the other bank of the great river I saw men and women and children rising up pure and bright, and the tears were wiped from their eyes, and they put on glory and strength, and all weariness and pain fell away.

And beyond were a multitude which no man could number, and they worked at some great work; and they who rose from the river went on and joined in the work.

They all worked, and each worked in a different way, but all at the same work.