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I had seen the lightning, but heard no words; Lona saw and heard with the children. A second flash came, and
my eyes, though not my ears, were opened. The great quivering light was compact of angel−faces. They
lamped themselves visible, and vanished.
A third flash came; its substance and radiance were human.
"I see my mother!" I cried.
"I see lots o' mothers!" said Luva.
Once more the cloud flashed−−all kinds of creatures−−horses and elephants, lions and dogs−−oh, such
beasts! And such birds!−−great birds whose wings gleamed singly every colour gathered in sunset or
rainbow! little birds whose feathers sparkled as with all the precious stones of the hoarding earth!−−silvery
cranes; red flamingoes; opal pigeons; peacocks gorgeous in gold and green and blue; jewelly humming
birds!−−great−winged butterflies; lithe−volumed creeping things−−all in one heavenly flash!
"I see that serpents grow birds here, as caterpillars used to grow butterflies!" remarked Lona.
"I saw my white pony, that died when I was a child.−−I needn't have been so sorry; I should just have
waited!" I said.
Thunder, clap or roll, there had been none. And now came a sweet rain, filling the atmosphere with a
caressing coolness. We breathed deep, and stepped out with stronger strides. The falling drops flashed the
colours of all the waked up gems of the earth, and a mighty rainbow spanned the city.
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The blue clouds gathered thicker; the rain fell in torrents; the children exulted and ran; it was all we could do
to keep them in sight.
With silent, radiant roll, the river swept onward, filling to the margin its smooth, soft, yielding channel. For,
instead of rock or shingle or sand, it flowed over grass in which grew primroses and daisies, crocuses and
narcissi, pimpernels and anemones, a starry multitude, large and bright through the brilliant water. The river
had gathered no turbid cloudiness from the rain, not even a tinge of yellow or brown; the delicate mass shone
with the pale berylline gleam that ascended from its deep, dainty bed.
Drawing nearer to the mountain, we saw that the river came from its very peak, and rushed in full volume
through the main street of the city. It descended to the gate by a stair of deep and wide steps, mingled of
porphyry and serpentine, which continued to the foot of the mountain. There arriving we found shallower
steps on both banks, leading up to the gate, and along the ascending street. Without the briefest halt, the Little
Ones ran straight up the stair to the gate, which stood open.
Outside, on the landing, sat the portress, a woman−angel of dark visage, leaning her shadowed brow on her
idle hand. The children rushed upon her, covering her with caresses, and ere she understood, they had taken
heaven by surprise, and were already in the city, still mounting the stair by the side of the descending torrent.
A great angel, attended by a company of shining ones, came down to meet and receive them, but merrily
evading them all, up still they ran. In merry dance, however, a group of woman−angels descended upon them,
and in a moment they were fettered in heavenly arms. The radiants carried them away, and I saw them no
more.
"Ah!" said the mighty angel, continuing his descent to meet us who were now almost at the gate and within
hearing of his words, "this is well! these are soldiers to take heaven itself by storm!−−I hear of a horde of
black bats on the frontiers: these will make short work with such!"
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