The horizons recede from their gaze because the second sight of Imagination is theirs--that prescience which pierces the mists which enfold us, and discerns the vaster world through which we move for the most part with halting feet and blinded eyes.

Youth knows that it was born to life and power and exhaustless resources; love knows that it has found and shall forever possess those beautiful ideals which are the passion of noble natures.
Are they blind, these flower-crowned, joy-seeking figures; or are we blind who smile through tears at their illusions?
On this island there is but one answer to that question; for do we not know that they only who believe and trust discern the truth, and that to faith and hope alone is true vision given?
"As yet lingers the twelfth hour and the darkness, but the time will come when it shall be light, and man will awaken from his lofty dreams and find--his dreams all there, and that nothing is gone save his sleep.".