he smiled on his mother once again. She shall tell thee how Jesus also smiled upon her joy, and pointed on high when she fell at his feet.”
Michal held her peace while Sadoc mused. At length he said,
“Would that this child had the tongue of a man, that we might know the secrets that are hidden in the sepulchre”
“I have thought,” replied Michal, “that though our meditation hath been high as the firmament, and deep as the sea, this little one knoweth what we cannot yet know of death. I thirst for tidings, as the traveller in the desert for the water springs. I have gazed into those eyes as they were fixed in thought. I have hearkened to his murmurs in sleep, if perchance an angel should hare entered into his form. But there is no light nor music as yet shed through the darkness and silence of the grave.”
“By Jehovah alone can they be given, Michal; for our thoughts cannot measure the depth of the tomb; else thou and I had not doubted still.”
“Yet our teachers say that there is life in
