at last his strength failed him and he fell by the wayside in the darkness; but his harp played as his spirit passed; and it seemed to him that a shining one stood by him, with wonderful starry eyes, and said to him,'lo, the music thy harp has played for so many years has been but the echo of the love and sympathy and purity and beauty in thine own soul; and if at any time in the wanderings thou hadst opened the door of that soul to evil or envy or selfishness thy harp would have ceased to play.