Painmadehissoulweak；itcriedfortheoldfaith。Theyarethetearsthatfallintothenew—madegravethatcementthepowerofthepriest。Forthecryofthesoulthatlovesandlosesisthis，onlythis：\"BridgeoverDeath；blendtheHerewiththeHereafter；causethemortaltorobehimselfinimmortality；letmenotsayofmyDeadthatitisdead！Iwillbelieveallelse，bearallelse，endureallelse！\"
Mutteringtohimself，Waldowalkedwithbenthead，themistinhiseyes。
Tothesoul’swildcryforitsowntherearemanyanswers。Hebegantothinkofthem。Wasnotthereoneofthemallfromwhichhemightsuckonedropofcomfort？
\"Youshallseeheragain，\"saystheChristian，thetrueBibleChristian。
\"Yes，youshallseeheragain。’AndIsawthedead，greatandsmall，standbeforeGod。Andthebookswereopened，andthedeadwerejudgedfromthosethingswhichwerewritteninthebooks。Andwhosoeverwasnotfoundwritteninthebookoflifewascastintothelakeoffire，whichistheseconddeath。’Yes；youshallseeheragain。Shediedso——withherkneeunbent，withherhandunraised，withaprayerunuttered，intheprideofherintellectandthestrengthofheryouth。Shelovedandshewasloved；