Bart smiled as he looked, but he had no thoughts, and all that he felt was summed up in a word that he uttered gently: "Ann!" She knelt down at once.

"What is it, Bart ?" and again: "What were you trying to say ?" It is probable that her words did not reach him at all.

He was only half-way back from the region of his vision; but he opened his eyes and looked at her again.
The sun rose, and a level golden beam struck through between the trunks of the trees, touching the flowers and branches here and there with moving lights, and giving all the air a brighter, mellower tint.

There was something that Bart did feel a desire to say--a great thought that at another time he might have tried in a multitude of words to have expressed and failed.

He saw Ann, whom he loved, and the paradise about her; he wanted to bring the new knowledge that had come to him in the light of his vision to bear upon her who belonged now to the region of outward not of inward sight and yet was part of what must always be to him everlasting reality.
"What were you going to say, Bart ?" she asked again tenderly.
And again he summed up all that he thought and felt in one word: "God." "Yes, Bart," she said, with some sudden intuitive sense of agreement.
Then, seeming to be satisfied, he closed his eyes and went back into the state of drowsiness..