“Yes,” said Winifred, “I am sure it’s true.  I have been singing to-day,

  “’Glory to Thee for all the grace
  I have not tasted yet!’”

“These are like the lights in the city, Winnie, but there is a day-star in our hearts that is foretelling the perfect day.  Presently the grace of the journeying shall give way to the eternal glory—­to the homecoming!  Look, sister, do you see that impulse of the dawn, as though the darkness pulsated with premonition of its coming?”

“Yes,” said Winifred, with deep gladness in her voice.  “The coming of the Lord draweth nigh.”