CHAPTER XXII

AFTER THE DREAM In Him we live, He is our Source, our Spring, And we, His fashioning, We have no sight except by His foreseeing, In Him we live and move and have our being, He spake the Word, and lo! Creation stood, And God said, It is good. David came no more. The dream was done. During the summer days there rang continually in Elizabeth’s ears the words of a song—one of Christina’s wonderful songs that sing themselves with no other music at a…