The sun had just risen.

In a garden expressing everywhere the language of God, lovers were walking with arms entwined about each other. As they seated themselves near a splashing fountain, the ardent lover drew unto his breast the beautiful woman - kissed her upon the forehead - and spoke most tenderly.

"Just twelve years ago this morning, I roamed through a large forest. Underneath the ancient trees I fell into a sleep in which my soul took flight into the invisible. In my spirit wanderings I entered a garden of Eden, and there beheld you, my Love, coming to me. In supreme happiness we listened to the music of the spheres; as I hear it now on this day of perfect peace - ."

"Adoni, my beloved King. How often have we related to each other this marvelous experience; how at the same hour my soul transcended into celestial realms, there I searched for the one I secretly loved. In that holy stillness my heart cried out in longing - my call was heard. A trembling echo brought the answer of another lonely soul seeking its mate. The plaintive echo drew nearer - then a sudden cry of joy broke the strained silence. - You, Adoni, came to me. Our souls were blended with love divine - our lips were sealed with kisses, our hearts beat as one. In the arms of infinite love we knelt at God's altar; and the Master pronounced us man and wife."

"When I awakened from my trance-like slumber, and confided my wonderful dream to mother, my tender feelings for you, Adoni, were no longer a secret. At that time mother and I did not understand the great occult laws by which our souls can reach the one we love."

"Yes, Truth, my noble wife - now we know that the soul's true vision is but a prophecy of what will, sometime - somewhere, come true. Just as our dream of heaven has been realized, and God has given to me one of His ministering angels as companion. A pure, beautiful woman, whose divine love makes her heart overflow with tenderness and sympathy for all suffering humanity; whose soulful eyes and smile radiate sunshine into the darkest places, her voice an inspiration, her deeds a benediction to mankind. The glory of such love, my beautiful one, where divine and human love are blended in one, is ours. Our souls spiritually akin, are played in tuneful harmony, our hearts beat echoing faith and tenderness to one another; our love we hold sacred as the highest gift of God. A love that will transform the humblest home into a king's palace; the hardest labor into pleasure. How soul-satisfying is the joy of the smallest gift from the loved one, the magnetic charm of an appreciating word, the ecstatic thrill of the soul's holy kiss."

As Adoni Bourdalone spoke these words with infinite tenderness, tears of joy and gratitude welled from his heart - long and silently he pressed his lips upon those of his Angel of light.

And thus, the poets and dreamers dwell together in "that peace that passeth all understanding."

"Their love and wondrous happiness no mortal language can describe, for spiritual love perfected, as far exceeds material passion as the steadfast glory of the sun outshines the flickering of an earthly taper."

"Here you are again, in fondest embrace, just like lovers, in their first delirium of love, telling each other I suppose, on this, of all mornings, that old sweet story, while the children are looking for their papa and mamma."

Mrs. Ralston laughed heartily as she related, how baby Donald had just tumbled out of bed with happy anticipation of the fireworks he was going to see at the big show today.

Mrs. Ralston was not the same worldly woman of twelve years ago, whose sole aim had been to shine in the social firmament. Since her daughter's marriage to Adoni Bourdalone, their household cares had been in her charge. Gradually she had assimilated the pure atmosphere that surrounded the happy man and wife, and through their influence became more spiritual, learned from daily experience that human happiness came not from the false glitter of social conquest. On this delightful morning, her sweet greeting and temperament breathed of the higher ideals she had absorbed. Her life had become transformed in the supreme happiness of Truth and Adoni, and the joys of motherhood had never been so keen, as now, when she sought to impress upon her daughter and son the real joy she had found in their home life, and pleasures of their two beautiful children.

On this most essential day, which marked the fruition and hopes of Adoni Bourdalone, his sister Martha, who had become the worshiped wife of Clarence Vallero, were part of the sublime consummation.

Through the power of love, this man of the world became regenerated. His vast wealth was diverted from channels of vice and selfish ambition into a holy purpose. This financial support had been a potent aid to Adoni Bourdalone in reaching the goal. His ideals and life's ambitions were realized, and today the people would see the results of his work, in which Martha and Vallero shared the joys and honor due to the courage of his soul's convictions.

• • • .

One of the loveliest of all spring mornings greeted the City of Truth on its tenth anniversary.

The Holy City first seen in prophetic visions was now a "Living Reality," a model city of the twentieth century. Without the blare and seductive lure of misleading prospectus it had serenely risen into fame. On a bedrock of Loveits foundation rested. Its superstructure raised by the commandment Christ gave: "Love thy neighbor as thyself."

The City of Truth - the City of Light was celebrating on this day its glorious triumph. Its streets bedecked in gala attire were filled with enthusiastic pleasure seekers, and a large number more reflective who had come for knowledge of how, this city had become in a brief space of time, world-wide famous.

This City was the image and likeness of the one first seen in a dream by Adoni Bourdalone, described many times by him to the dwellers of the little hamlet, who, through the inspiring eloquence of their beloved teacher were able to catch the vision, and had it not been for the noble incentive instilled into their hearts this City of Truth would have still remained - a dream.