“He that overcometh shall inherit
all things; and I will be his God
and he shall be my son.”—Rev. 21:4-7.
A sound, a whispered word echoes through the air and enters the ear. It touches the chords and finds them tuned to its own harmony. It plays tenderly on responsive strings, and what an awakening is within that soul! What rapture in the blending, what delight in the union! From it is born a joy of the heavenly world.
A sight, a glimpse of a form—a certain form or face; the rays of light entering the eye meet with something keenly sympathetic, and the soul leaps in ecstasy.
A touch, a gentle pressure of the hand; the union is complete.
What was that voice that reached him—a voice love-laden, full to over-flowing from the regions of the past? Ah, what sweetness courses through his veins, what joy leaps in his heart!
Within, he sees her. She stands in the middle of the room, with her eyes upon the open door. She does not move. Her beautiful robe of shining white clings about her form or falls in graceful folds to the floor. Her hair, light as of old, now glistens like silken threads. Her face shines with the indescribable glow of immortality.
She sees her husband. She raises her arms, and takes a step forward. She smiles—such a smile!
He takes her in his arms. He kisses her and holds her to his breast....
Presently strains of music came from another room. He listened as if surprised, but she looked up into her husband’s eyes and smiled. The music ceased and a little girl appeared in the doorway.
“May I come in?” she asked.
“Alice, my darling.”
She runs towards them.
“Papa, papa, oh, how glad I am!”
He lifted her up and she threw her arms about his neck and kissed him again and again.
“What a beautiful place this is!” she said. “O, mamma, I am very happy!”
“Yes, Alice, we are all happy—happy beyond expression. We now can partly understand that glorious truth taught us, that ’spirit and element, inseparably connected, receiveth a fulness of joy.’”
* * * * *
Alice was playing with the fishes and the swans in the garden, and the husband and wife were sitting by an open window, gazing out upon the city.
“Brother Volmer has not been to see us yet,” said he. “You remember he was our brother Sardus?”
“I remember him well,” she answered.
“His musical talent is now of great blessing to himself and to the cause of God, as he is a musical director in the Temple. He understands now why he lost his hearing while in mortality, and he praises God for his then seeming misfortune.”
“Husband,” said she, “I am thinking again about our children. How long will it be before we shall receive them all?”