Now listen, 'The golden evening brightens in the west; Soon, soon, to faithful warriors comes their rest; Sweet is the calm of Paradise the blest.
Hallelujah!' There it is.

Do you see it ?" The boy nodded.
"Now then, sing," said Brown.
With face aglow and uplifted to the western sky the boy sang, gaining confidence with every word, till he himself caught and pictured to the others the vision of that "golden evening." When he came to the last verse, Brown stopped him.
"Wait, Kalman," he said.

"Let me read that for you.

Or better, you read it," he said, passing French the book.
French took the book, paused, made as if to give it back, then, as if ashamed of his hesitation, began to read in a voice quiet and thrilling the words of immortal vision.
"From earth's wide bounds, from ocean's farthest coast, Through gates of pearl streams in the countless host." But before the close his voice shook, and ended in a husky whisper.
Touched by the strong man's emotion, the boy began the verse in tones that faltered.

But as he went on his voice came to him again, and with a deeper, fuller note he sang the great words, "Singing to Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Hallelujah!" With the spell of the song still upon them Brown prayed in words simple, reverent, and honest, with a child's confidence, as if speaking to one he knew well.