Every now and then some incipient air would seem about to draw itself clear of the dulcet confusion, only to merge again in the consorted roar.

At moments the world of waters would invade as if to overwhelm me--not with the force of its seaward rush, or the shouting of its liberated throng, but with the greatness of the silence wandering into sound.
As I stood lost in delight, a hand was laid on my shoulder.

I turned, and saw a man in the prime of strength, beautiful as if fresh from the heart of the glad creator, young like him who cannot grow old.

I looked: it was Adam.

He stood large and grand, clothed in a white robe, with the moon in his hair.
"Father," I cried, "where is she?
Where are the dead?
Is the great resurrection come and gone?
The terror of my loneliness was upon me; I could not sleep without my dead; I ran from the desolate chamber .-- Whither shall I go to find them ?" "You mistake, my son," he answered, in a voice whose very breath was consolation.