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Tom sung the words of a well-known Methodist hymn “I see a band of spirits bright, That taste the glories there; They all are robed in spotless white, And conquering palms they bear." “Uncle Tom, I’ve seen them,” said Eva. Tom had no doubt of it at all; it did not surprise him in the least. If Eva had told him she had been to heaven, he would have thought it entirely probable. “They come to me sometimes in my sleep, those spirits;” and Eva’s eyes grew dreamy, and she hummed, in a low voice, “They are all robed in spotless white, And conquering palms they bear." “Uncle Tom,” said Eva, “I’m going there.” “Where, Miss Eva?” The child rose, and pointed her little hand to the sky; the glow of evening lit her golden hair and flushed cheek with a kind of unearthly radiance, and her eyes were bent earnestly on the skies. |
