It was, I believe, that the prolonged impressive gloom and mystery had at last touched me to the quick.

The bending of the knees was but symbolical of the bowing of the spirit to a higher Power.

When I had realized that much, I felt more content than I had done since I had entered the church, and with the renewed consciousness of courage, took my hands from my face, and lifted again my bowed head.
Impulsively I sprang to my feet and stood erect--waiting.

All seemed to have changed since I had dropped on my knees.

The points of light about time church, which had been eclipsed, had come again, and were growing in power to a partial revealing of the dim expanse.