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We were neighbours for long, but I received more than I could

give. Now the day has dawned and the lamp that lit my dark corner

is out. A summons has come and I am ready for my journey." And it

is our own mood, when it is furthest from A Kempis or John of the

Cross, that cries, "And because I love this life, I know I shall

love death as well." Yet it is not only in our thoughts of the

parting that this book fathoms all. We had not known that we

loved God, hardly it may be that we believed in Him; yet looking

backward upon our life we discover, in our exploration of the

pathways of woods, in our delight in the lonely places of hills,

in that mysterious claim that we have made, unavailingly on the

woman that we have loved, the emotion that created this insidious

sweetness.