'
'I started in my dream, and I awoke. I found myself upsitting on my
couch. The pageantry had vanished. Naught was seen but the bright
moonlight and the gloomy cave. And, as I sighed to think I e'er had
wakened, and mused upon the strangeness of my vision, a still small
voice descended from above and called, "Alroy!" I started, but I
answered not. Methought it was my fancy. Again my name was called, and
now I murmured, "Lord, I am here, what wouldst thou?" Naught responded,
and soon great dread came over me, and I rushed out and called to thee,
my master.'
'It was "the Daughter of the Voice"[12] that spake. Since the Captivity
'tis the only mode by which the saints are summoned. Oft have I heard
of it, but never in these sad degenerate days has its soft aspiration
fallen upon us. These are strange times and tidings. The building of the
temple is at hand. Son of David, my heart is full. Let us to prayer!'
Day dawned upon Jabaster, still musing in solitude among his rocks.
Within the cavern, Alroy remained in prayer.
Often and anxiously the Cabalist shot a glance at his companion, and
then again relapsed into reverie.
'The time is come that I must to this youth reveal the secrets of my
early life.
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