Besides, some of these might have heard from their friends there, might have news to tell him of the dark land.

One would walk far, would listen late for such precious tidings.
Did such tidings ever come?
Yes, some had even seen their loved ones again, shining strangely on the air.

Why did Jenny never come like that?
How he had prayed and called to her for just one sign out of the silence, one swift uplifting of the veil; but none, except that dream, had ever come.

Yet one could never be sure by what common unnoticed sights and sounds the dead might fumblingly be striving to reach us in the deaf and dumb language of the dead.

Perhaps it was they who led us to passages in books we had never noticed before, pointed their fingers to bright pages of faith, and left us here and there many a message of hope we never dreamed had come from them.