vault it flies; and sweeping over the far-off horizon, rests in the fair Land Under the Sunset.
This Country is like our own Country in many ways. It has men and women, kings and queens, rich and poor; it has houses, and trees, and fields, and birds, and flowers. There is day there and night also; and heat and cold, and sickness and health. The hearts of men and women, and boys and girls, beat as they do here. There are the same sorrows and the same joys; and the same hopes and the same fears.
If a child from that Country was beside a child here you could not tell the difference between them, save that the clothes alone are different. They talk the same language as we do ourselves. They do not know that they are different from us; and we do not know that we are different from them. When they come to us in their dreams we do not know they are strangers; and when we go to their Country in our dreams we seem to be at home. Perhaps this is because good people's homes are in their hearts; and wheresoever they may be they have peace.
The Country Under the Sunset was for long ages a wondrous and pleasant Land. Nothing there was which was not beautiful and sweet and pleasant
This short story is really a piece from its larger volume "Under The Sunset" a collection of stories for children by Bram Stoker M.A. 1881..not his most powerful piece, but more appreciated when the larger volume is read
Beautifully descriptive writing, but not the best Stoker tale by a long shot. Worth reading for the literary style alone.
The detailed descriptions of the story were the high points for me. Not my favorite Stoker short but worth the read (very quick read).
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