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"Then I saw that it was Dimas; yet to this wicked criminal there remained but little of the shepherd child whom I had seen in all his innocence upon the hill side. Long years of sinful life had seared their marks into his face; yet 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. THEN I SAW THAT IT WAS DAMAS YET TO THIS WICKED CRIMINAL THERE REMAINED BUT LITTLE OF THE SHEPHERD CHILD WHOM I HAD SEEN IN ALL HIS INNOCENCE UPON THE HILLSIDE LONG YEARS OF SINFUL LIFE HAD SEARED THEIR MARKS INTO HIS FACE YET 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
with the glory and the music of heaven." "Well, is that all?" asked the old clock. "No," said the moonbeam; "but I am nearly done. The years went on. Sometimes I tossed upon the ocean's bosom, sometimes I scampered o'er a battle-field, sometimes I lay upon a dead child's face. I heard the voices of Darkness and mothers' lullabies and sick men's prayers--and so the years went on. "I fell one night upon a hard and furrowed face. It was of ghostly pallor. A thief was dying on the cross, and this was his wretched face. About the cross stood men with staves and swords and spears, but none paid heed unto the thief. Somewhat beyond this cross another was lifted up, and upon it was stretched a human body my light fell not upon. But I heard a voice that somewhere I had heard before,--though where I did not know,--and this voice blessed those that railed and jeered and shamefully entreated. And suddenly the voice called 'Dimas, Dimas!' and the thief upon whose hardened face I rested made answer.  AWAY THE HILLSIDE WAS STILL BEAUTIFUL WITH THE GLORY AND THE MUSIC OF HEAVEN WELL IS THAT ALL ASKED THE OLD CLOCK NO SAID THE MOONBEAM BUT I AM NEARLY DONE THE YEARS WENT ON SOMETIMES I TOSSED UPON THE OCEAN'S BOSOM SOMETIMES I SCAMPERED OVER A BATTLEFFIELD SOMETIMES I LAY UPON A DEAD CHILD'S FACE I HEARD THE VOICES OF DARKNESS AND MOTHERS LULLABIES AND SICK MEN'S PRAYERS AND SO THE YEARS WENT ON I FELL ONE NIGHT UPON A HARD AND FURROWED FACE IT WAS OF GHOSTLY PALLOR A THIEF WAS DYING ON THE CROSS AND THIS WAS HIS WRETCHED FACE ABOUT THE CROSS STOOD MEN WITH STAVES AND SWORDS AND SPEARS BUT NONE PAID HEED UNTO THE THIEF SOMEWHAT BEYOND THIS CROSS ANOTHER WAS LIFTED UP AND UPON IT WAS STRETCHED A HUMAN BODY MY LIGHT FELL NOT UPON BUT I HEARD A VOICE THAT SOMEWHERE I HAD HEARD BEFORE THOUGH WHERE I DID NOT KNOW AND THIS VOICE BLESSED THOSE THAT RAILED AND JEERED AND SHAMEFULLY ENTREATED AND SUDDENLY THE VOICE CALLED DAMAS DAMAS AND THE THIEF UPON WHOSE HARDENED FACE I RESTED MADE ANSWER
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