own evil thoughts, and put them away for ever.’
So the spirit of the young bride reached the gates of Paradise spent and wounded, and there upon the threshold stood an angel holding his hand to draw her in.
When his holy touch fell upon her, she rose whole and beautiful, and her breast was full of joy for the moment.
Now, the spirit of the young bride had been but a brief day in the golden place of Paradise, when she heard a far voice call upon her name in anguish; three times did it call upon her, and at each cry a sharp sorrow struck her heart, as though a knife had entered therein.
Now went she to the golden bar of heaven, and, leaning forth, looked down upon the earth, and she turned her north, and naught did she see save the cold face of the night with its millions of worlds whirling in the dark. And she looked south, and naught could she see but the gray of clouds heavy with storm; and she turned her east,
