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The figure of my mother comes always into my conception of theChange.
I remember how one day she confessed herself.
She had been very sleepless that night, she said, and took thereports of the falling stars for shooting; there had been riotingin Clayton and all through Swathinglea all day, and so she got outof bed to look. She had a dim sense that I was in all such troubles.
But she was not looking when the Change came.
"When I saw the stars a-raining down, dear," she said, "and thoughtof you out in it, I thought there'd be no harm in saying a prayerfor you, dear? I thought you wouldn't mind that."
And so I got another of my pictures--the green vapors come and go,and there by her patched coverlet that dear old woman kneels anddroops, still clasping her poor gnarled hands in the attitude ofprayer--prayer to IT--for me!
Through the meagre curtains and blinds of the flawed refractingwindow I see the stars above the chimneys fade, the pale light ofdawn creeps into the sky, and her candle flares and dies. . . .
That also went with me through the stillness--that silentkneeling figure, that frozen prayer to God to shield me, silentin a silent world, rushing through the emptiness of space. . . .