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Then
Margaret
spoke
with
an
earnestness
which
showed
the
conviction
of
her
inmost
soul
:
"
To
me
,
then
,
it
is
given
to
understand
what
was
the
dream
of
this
great
and
far-thinking
and
high-souled
lady
of
old
;
the
dream
that
held
her
soul
in
patient
waiting
for
its
realisation
through
the
passing
of
all
those
tens
of
centuries
.
The
dream
of
a
love
that
might
be
;
a
love
that
she
felt
she
might
,
even
under
new
conditions
,
herself
evoke
.
The
love
that
is
the
dream
of
every
woman
's
life
;
of
the
Old
and
of
the
New
;
Pagan
or
Christian
;
under
whatever
sun
;
in
whatever
rank
or
calling
;
however
may
have
been
the
joy
or
pain
of
her
life
in
other
ways
.
Oh
!
I
know
it
!
I
know
it
!
I
am
a
woman
,
and
I
know
a
woman
's
heart
.
What
were
the
lack
of
food
or
the
plenitude
of
it
;
what
were
feast
or
famine
to
this
woman
,
born
in
a
palace
,
with
the
shadow
of
the
Crown
of
the
Two
Egypts
on
her
brows
!
What
were
reedy
morasses
or
the
tinkle
of
running
water
to
her
whose
barges
could
sweep
the
great
Nile
from
the
mountains
to
the
sea
.
What
were
petty
joys
and
absence
of
petty
fears
to
her
,
the
raising
of
whose
hand
could
hurl
armies
,
or
draw
to
the
water-stairs
of
her
palaces
the
commerce
of
the
world
!
At
whose
word
rose
temples
filled
with
all
the
artistic
beauty
of
the
Times
of
Old
which
it
was
her
aim
and
pleasure
to
restore
!
Under
whose
guidance
the
solid
rock
yawned
into
the
sepulchre
that
she
designed
!
"
Surely
,
surely
,
such
a
one
had
nobler
dreams
!
I
can
feel
them
in
my
heart
;
I
can
see
them
with
my
sleeping
eyes
!
"
As
she
spoke
she
seemed
to
be
inspired
;
and
her
eyes
had
a
far-away
look
as
though
they
saw
something
beyond
mortal
sight
.
And
then
the
deep
eyes
filled
up
with
unshed
tears
of
great
emotion
.
The
very
soul
of
the
woman
seemed
to
speak
in
her
voice
;
whilst
we
who
listened
sat
entranced
.
"
I
can
see
her
in
her
loneliness
and
in
the
silence
of
her
mighty
pride
,
dreaming
her
own
dream
of
things
far
different
from
those
around
her
.
Of
some
other
land
,
far
,
far
away
under
the
canopy
of
the
silent
night
,
lit
by
the
cool
,
beautiful
light
of
the
stars
.
A
land
under
that
Northern
star
,
whence
blew
the
sweet
winds
that
cooled
the
feverish
desert
air
.
A
land
of
wholesome
greenery
,
far
,
far
away
.
Where
were
no
scheming
and
malignant
priesthood
;
whose
ideas
were
to
lead
to
power
through
gloomy
temples
and
more
gloomy
caverns
of
the
dead
,
through
an
endless
ritual
of
death
!
A
land
where
love
was
not
base
,
but
a
divine
possession
of
the
soul
!
Where
there
might
be
some
one
kindred
spirit
which
could
speak
to
hers
through
mortal
lips
like
her
own
;
whose
being
could
merge
with
hers
in
a
sweet
communion
of
soul
to
soul
,
even
as
their
breaths
could
mingle
in
the
ambient
air
!
I
know
the
feeling
,
for
I
have
shared
it
myself
.
I
may
speak
of
it
now
,
since
the
blessing
has
come
into
my
own
life
.
I
may
speak
of
it
since
it
enables
me
to
interpret
the
feelings
,
the
very
longing
soul
,
of
that
sweet
and
lovely
Queen
,
so
different
from
her
surroundings
,
so
high
above
her
time
!
Whose
nature
,
put
into
a
word
,
could
control
the
forces
of
the
Under
World
;
and
the
name
of
whose
aspiration
,
though
but
graven
on
a
star-lit
jewel
,
could
command
all
the
powers
in
the
Pantheon
of
the
High
Gods
.
"
And
in
the
realisation
of
that
dream
she
will
surely
be
content
to
rest
!
"
We
men
sat
silent
,
as
the
young
girl
gave
her
powerful
interpretation
of
the
design
or
purpose
of
the
woman
of
old
.
Her
every
word
and
tone
carried
with
it
the
conviction
of
her
own
belief
.
The
loftiness
of
her
thoughts
seemed
to
uplift
us
all
as
we
listened
.
Her
noble
words
,
flowing
in
musical
cadence
and
vibrant
with
internal
force
,
seemed
to
issue
from
some
great
instrument
of
elemental
power
.
Even
her
tone
was
new
to
us
all
;
so
that
we
listened
as
to
some
new
and
strange
being
from
a
new
and
strange
world
.
Her
father
's
face
was
full
of
delight
.
I
knew
now
its
cause
.
I
understood
the
happiness
that
had
come
into
his
life
,
on
his
return
to
the
world
that
he
knew
,
from
that
prolonged
sojourn
in
the
world
of
dreams
.
To
find
in
his
daughter
,
whose
nature
he
had
never
till
now
known
,
such
a
wealth
of
affection
,
such
a
splendour
of
spiritual
insight
,
such
a
scholarly
imagination
,
such
...
The
rest
of
his
feeling
was
of
hope
!
