“Then I felt that I was being gently, oh, so gently, put away. The folds of his robe which I held in my hands, were being slowly drawn from them; and the gladness of my weeping changed to longing entreaty. 'Oh Father! Father!' I cried; but I saw only his grand gracious form, all blurred and indistinct through the veil of my blinding tears, slowly receding, slowly fading--and I awoke. “My tears were flowing now with the old earth-pain in them, with keenest disappointment and longing. _To have been there and to have come back_, was the misery. But it did not last long. The glad thought awoke that I _had_ the dream--a precious thing never to be lost while memory lasted; a thing which nothing but its realization could ever equal in preciousness. I rose glad and strong, to serve with newer love, with quicker hand and readier foot, the hearts around me.” End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of There and Back, by George MacDonald