All my little being
shaped itself into a subdued delighted "Oh!" And then the
exultant thought flitted through the mind of the reluctant child,
as she was carried in, "Why, that is the roof of the house I live
in." After that I always went to sleep happier for the feeling
that the stars were outside there in the dark, though I could not
see them.
I did firmly believe that I came from some other country to this;
I had a vague notion that we were all here on a journey,--that
this was not the place where we really belonged. Some of the
family have told me that before I could talk plainly, I used to
run about humming the sentence--
"My father and mother
Shall come unto the land,"
sometimes varying it with,
"My brothers and sisters
Shall come unto the land;"
Nobody knew where I had caught the words, but I chanted them so
constantly that my brother wrote them down, with chalk, on the
under side of a table, where they remained for years. My thought
about that other land may have been only a baby's dream; but the
dream was very real to me.
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