Seraphita by Honoré de Balzac
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A mighty movement was perceptible, as though whole planets, purified,
were rising in dazzling light to become Eternal. Had the _Seraph_ obtained, as a first mission, the work of calling to God the creations permeated by His Word? But already the sublime _hallelujah_ was sounding in the ear of the desolate ones as the distant undulations of an ended melody. Already the celestial lights were fading like the gold and crimson tints of a setting sun. Death and Impurity recovered their prey. As the two mortals re-entered the prison of flesh, from which their spirit had momentarily been delivered by some priceless sleep, they felt like those who wake after a night of brilliant dreams, the memory of which still lingers in their soul, though their body retains no consciousness of them, and human language is unable to give utterance to them. The deep darkness of the sphere that was now about them was that of the sun of the visible worlds. "Let us descend to those lower regions," said Wilfrid. "Let us do what he told us to do," answered Minna. "We have seen the worlds on their march to God; we know the Path. Our diadem of stars is There." Floating downward through the abysses, they re-entered the dust of the lesser worlds, and saw the Earth, like a subterranean cavern, suddenly illuminated to their eyes by the light which their souls brought with |
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