There was a Boy in Nazareth long ago whose after-life was wonderful,
and whose story is written in the heart of mankind. His birth was
predicted in dreams foretelling marvellous things of him, and in
later years there were many true visions wherein he played a wondrous
part.
Did he not also dream, in the days of his youth, while he was growing
in wisdom and stature, and in favor with God and man? It would be
strange indeed if his boyhood was not often visited and illumined
by those swift flashes of insight and clear unveilings of hidden
things, which we call dreams but which are in truth rays from “the
fountain light of all our day.”
The first journey that he made, his earliest visit to a great city,
the three days and nights when he was lost there--surely these
were times when visions must have come to him, full of mystery and
wonder, yet clothed in the simple, real forms of this world, which
he was learning to know. So I let my revery follow him on that
unrecorded path, remembering where it led him, and imagining, in
the form of dreams, what may have met him on his way.