A land of wholesome greenery, far, far away.
Where were no scheming and malignant priesthood; whose ideas were to lead to power through gloomy temples and more gloomy caverns of the dead, through an endless ritual of death! A land where love was not base, but a divine possession of the soul! Where there might be some one kindred spirit which could speak to hers through mortal lips like her own; whose being could merge with hers in a sweet communion of soul to soul, even as their breaths could mingle in the ambient air! I know the feeling, for I have shared it myself.

I may speak of it now, since the blessing has come into my own life.

I may speak of it since it enables me to interpret the feelings, the very longing soul, of that sweet and lovely Queen, so different from her surroundings, so high above her time! Whose nature, put into a word, could control the forces of the Under World; and the name of whose aspiration, though but graven on a star-lit jewel, could command all the powers in the Pantheon of the High Gods.
"And in the realisation of that dream she will surely be content to rest!" We men sat silent, as the young girl gave her powerful interpretation of the design or purpose of the woman of old.

Her every word and tone carried with it the conviction of her own belief.

The loftiness of her thoughts seemed to uplift us all as we listened.