I can hear the beautiful music chiming louder and louder; the harmony of the voice-chorus echoing more and more distinctly; I am on the threshold of the golden gates; I am just clasping Min's outstretched welcoming hands with oh, such a fond, enduring clasp; when--I awake.
This time my reveil is in real earnest:--the vision had passed! It is broad daylight; and, a bright summer morning.
The London sparrows are chirping away at a fine rate in the garden.

I fancy, too, that I can hear my favourite thrush in the distance.
Dog Catch, also, is whining and scratching at my door to tell me that it is time for me to get up, and take him out for his walk.
And, then, I recollect all.
I realise that I've only been dreaming; although, I almost believe that I can see Min's dear face and outstretched arms still before me.
Of course, it was only a dream.
But, curious, wasn't it?
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