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'" * * * * * Ah, little Dear my Soul, you know  you know whereof the moonbeam spake. AH LITTLE DEAR MY SOUL YOU KNOW YOU KNOW WHEREOF THE MOONBEAM SPAKE
, somewhat of the old-time boyish look came back, and in the yearning of the anguished eyes I seemed to see the shepherd's son again. "'The Master!' cried Dimas, and he stretched forth his neck that he might see him that spake. "'O Dimas, how art thou changed!' cried the Master, yet there was in his voice no tone of rebuke save that which cometh of love. "Then Dimas wept, and in that hour he forgot his pain. And the Master's consoling voice and the Master's presence there wrought in the dying criminal such a new spirit, that when at last his head fell upon his bosom, and the men about the cross said that he was dead, it seemed as if I shined not upon a felon's face, but upon the face of the gentle shepherd lad, the son of Benoni. "And shining on that dead and peaceful face, I bethought me of the little Master's words that he had spoken under the old olive-tree upon the hill-side: 'Your eyes behold the promised glory now, O Dimas,' I whispered, 'for with the Master you walk in Paradise. NOW AT THE SOUND OF THAT FAMILIAR VOICE SOMEWHAT OF THE OLD TIME BOYISH LOOK CAME BACK AND IN THE YEARNING OF THE ANGUISHED EYES I SEEMED TO SEE THE SHEPHERD'S SON AGAIN THE MASTER CRIED DAMAS AND HE STRETCHED FORTH HIS NECK THAT HE MIGHT SEE HIM THAT SPAKE O DAMAS HOW ART THOU CHANGED CRIED THE MASTER YET THERE WAS IN HIS VOICE NO TONE OF REBUKE SAVE THAT WHICH COMETH OF LOVE THEN DAMAS WEPT AND IN THAT HOUR HE FORGOT HIS PAIN AND THE MASTER'S CONSOLING VOICE AND THE MASTER'S PRESENCE THERE WROUGHT IN THE DYING CRIMINAL SUCH A NEW SPIRIT THAT WHEN AT LAST HIS HEAD FELL UPON HIS BOSOM AND THE MEN ABOUT THE CROSS SAID THAT HE WAS DEAD IT SEEMED AS IF I SHINED NOT UPON A FELON'S FACE BUT UPON THE FACE OF A GENTLE SHEPHERD LAD THE SON OF BONONE AND SHINING ON THAT DEAD AND PEACEFUL FACE I BETHOUGHT ME OF THE LITTLE MASTER'S WORD THAT HE HAD SPOKEN UNDER THE OLD OLIVE TREE UPON THE HILLSIDE YOUR EYES BEHOLD THE PROMISED GLORY NOW O DAMAS I WHISPERED FOR WITH THE MASTER YOU WALK IN PARADISE
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