The Father spoke:

'Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord. Enter into his gates
with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise, be thankful unto
him, and bless his name: the Lion of the tribe of Judah hath conquered.
He will give to him that overcometh to eat of the Tree of Life, which is
in the Paradise of God.'

The silence that ensued was the bliss of heaven!

As Rubi, the Angel of Beauty, advanced to greet the spirits whom he had
left on the confines of chaos, the triumphant song burst from the young
choir of angels: 'For they shall not hunger nor thirst any more; neither
shall the sun fall on them or any heat. For the Lamb, which is in the
midst of the throne, shall rule them, and shall lead them to the
fountains of the waters of life, and God shall wipe away all tears from
their fives.'

Joy! joy! for the soul of the musician! The heart of the Rose had broken
while chanting the last Miserere, and she was again at his side to catch
his first Hosanna!

'Angelo--Angelo--parting and death are only seeming!'

To the soul of the poet was given the highest theme, the splendor and
love of the Eternal City, and power to join the scribes of heaven. And
the painter looked upon the face of the Virgin, the strange lights, the
forms of Cherubim and Seraphim, and the twelve gates and the golden
streets of that city; 'which needeth not sun or moon to shine in it, for
the glory of God hath enlightened it; and the Lamb is the light