Dreams by Olive Schreiner
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'Mine, mine, my own!' he shall hear a voice--'Renounce! renounce! this is
not thine!'" "He shall succeed?" He said, "He shall fail. When he runs with others they shall reach the goal before him. For strange voices shall call to him and strange lights shall beckon him, and he must wait and listen. And this shall be the strangest: far off across the burning sands where, to other men, there is only the desert's waste, he shall see a blue sea! On that sea the sun shines always, and the water is blue as burning amethyst, and the foam is white on the shore. A great land rises from it, and he shall see upon the mountain-tops burning gold." The mother said, "He shall reach it?" And he smiled curiously. She said, "It is real?" And he said, "What IS real?" And she looked up between his half-closed eyelids, and said, "Touch." And he leaned forward and laid his hand upon the sleeper, and whispered to it, smiling; and this only she heard--"This shall be thy reward--that the ideal shall be real to thee." And the child trembled; but the mother slept on heavily and her brain- picture vanished. But deep within her the antenatal thing that lay here |
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