And every tree and flower, yea every stone and cloud, with the whole earth and sea and air, were full of God, even the living God--so that now I could have died of pure content. And I followed my Lord.’” The gate-keeper was silent, and so were they all. At length Rachel rose softly, wiping the tears from her eyes, and left the room. But she found no one in the closet. Helen was already hastening across the park, weeping as she went. CHAPTER XXIX. THE CURATE’S RESOLVE. The next day was Sunday. Twelve months had not yet elapsed since the small events with which my narrative opened. The change which had passed, not merely upon the opinions, but in the heart and mind and very being of the curate, had not then begun to appear even to himself, although its roots were not only deep in him but deep beyond him, even in the source of him; and now he was in a state of mind, a state of being, rather, of whose nature at that time he had not, and could not have had, the faintest fore-feeling, the most shadowy conception. It had been a season of great trouble, but the gain had been infinitely greater; for now were the bonds of the finite broken, he had burst the shell of the mortal, and was of those over whom the second death hath no power. The agony of the second birth was past, and he was a child again--only a child, he knew, but a child of the kingdom; and the world, and all that God cared about in it, was his, as no miser’s gold could ever belong to its hoarder, while the created universe, yea and the uncreated also whence it sprang, lay open to him in the boundless free-giving of the original Thought. “All things are yours, and ye are Christ’s, and Christ is God’s:” he understood the words even as he who said them understood them, and as the wise of this world never will understand them until first they become fools that they may be wise.