e next four scenes are from the reaper's dream:

1. It is a busy afternoon, and in a field of ripening grain reapers
are busy wielding their sickles, but they are not the strong men
who talk with loud, rough voices and bind the sheaves with joke and
laughter; they are gentle spirits moving like clouds, and their
sickles seem like little strokes of lightning as they slide
musically through the golden grain. Their shining hands keep time
to a beautiful song, and often the reapers glance across the
gleaming rows of grain into the rich red of the sunset. The binders
follow the reapers and place the sheaves in gleaming rows, while
behind them follows the great wagon gathering in the fallen
grain,--a wagon not of earth, but built of gold. Beautiful cattle
draw the wain, cattle that tread on silver hoofs and move without
other command than sweet music, or the soft touch of a white-armed
angel. Around the necks of the cattle are white lilies, and from
the horns droop garlands of many-colored flowers, freshly picked
from the dewy grass.

2. A jasper floor on which the grain lies like sunshine, and where
golden flails, falling swiftly, beat out the grain to mellow music,
gleams with increasing brightness.

3. The great mansion shines with its long corridors, its gleaming
porticos and polished pavement, all beautiful and hard and cool.
Inside is spread a fragrant feast to which seven angels sing
invitation with their silver clarions. Softly the invited guests
float in, a multitude in number, but silently as the stars move in
heaven. Sweet music floats around the beautiful room, and smiling
faces nod around the board. Doors are opened and closed without
sound, and the feet of the servants on the polished floor give no
more sound than falling shadows.

4. The groups of angel guests are gathered like flowers upon the
lawn where countless fountains play, and among them, moving here
and there, are the forms of the loved ones who have passed away
before him. His mother, his sister, and one still dearer than
either, sing sweetly and walk among fragrant flowers more beautiful
than his fancy ever painted.

The last scene is the same as the first, except that it is a cold,
chilly morning instead of a damp evening. Some reapers coming near
see lying under