What is the Morning Land?

Spirit Franchezzo was not, however, destined to remain in the Land of Dawn. 

His home was now in the circle of the Morning Land, and his friends escorted him there.

The Morning Land lay beyond the peaceful lake, and those hills behind, which never seemed to grow brighter or advance in the Land of Dawn, but whose beauties belonged to this land. 

The Morning Land lay in an opposite direction from that range of hills beyond which lay the Plain of Remorse.

Spirit Franchezzo found that he was to have a little home of his own—

A something he had earned. 

Spirit Franchezzo had always loved a place of his own, and this little cottage, simple as it was, was very dear to him. 

 It was a peaceful place. 

The green hills shut it in on every side except where they opened out, and the ground stretched away in undulating slopes of green and golden meadowland. 

There were no trees―no shrubs around his new home―no flowers to gladden his eyes―because his efforts had not yet blossomed into flower, but there was one sweet trailing honeysuckle that clustered around the little porch and shed the fragrance of its love into his rooms. 

This was the gift of his beloved to him―the spiritual growth of her sweet pure loving thoughts, which twined around his dwelling to whisper her constant love and truth.

There were only two little rooms―the one for study, and to receive his friends―the other where he could rest when weary with his work on the earth-plane. 

And in this room was his picture, framed in roses, and all his little treasures. 

The blue sky shed a pure light, and Spirit Franchezzo gazed on it again and yet again. 

The soft green grass, and the fragrant honeysuckle were all so sweet and delicious to him, wearied as he was with his long dark wanderings that he was overcome with the emotions of his gratitude.