Before the gold is shining in the great lantern of Shushan. I
must be on my way to the sea."
"On your way to the sea!" said his friend.
As he answered, the voice of Vergilius had a note of longing and
beloved memories: "Yes, for the day is come when I return to the city
of Caesar. Nothing shall separate me longer from my beloved. But
come, let us seek Appius at the beacon-fire."
On all sides the great shadow was now thick-sown with stars. The group
of horsemen, with colors flying, rode swiftly down the broad way to
Jerusalem. Suddenly they drew rein. Great surges of song were rolling
in upon this rounded isle from off the immeasurable, mighty deep of the
heavens. Beating of drums, and waving of banners, and trumpet-sounds,
and battle-cries of them unborn were in that new song--so it seemed to
those who heard it. Winding over the gloomy hills near them under the
light of the great star, they could see a long procession of shepherds
bearing crooks. Awhile the horsemen looked and listened. The host of
the dead now seemed to cry unto the host of the living:
"Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace, good-will towards men.
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