In language most intelligible to us, I would say that the intercourse
between sexes is one of refined telepathy, soul-connection by thought
transmission, a thousand-fold more charming than the low plane of
intercourse in the flesh life, with none of its attendant weakening
results. This strange felicity is as indescribable as it is glorious.
Each nature seeks its real complement, and enjoys the most absolute
liberty, for there is not a single barrier to prevent it, as no one
desires to do wrong.

This most inviting life had its charms for me, but I well knew that I
could not tarry. I lingered at a thousand fountains to catch the
life-giving spray and studied, as far as I possibly could, the faces of
these favored creatures.

The whole vegetable world is a long extended floral garden. Where
formerly deserts lay waste and wild, now the blooming roses and
expansive lawns can be seen. Is it possible to picture to your mind's
eye a line of lofty mountains whose sides are dressed in living colors
and trimmed with rare flowers? If you cannot paint this picture, then
you must not endeavor to form the faintest conception of the natural
features of this Millennial world.

Being still filled with the lingering memories of this happy sphere, and
looking forward to the coming golden age of our own world, I read with
pleasure a few stanzas contemplating Christ's second coming.

"A SONG OF HIS COMING."

See the virgins at midnight yearning,
To behold the face of the Groom.