On Earth, call but my name--Aeon! and thou shalt behold me.

For thy longing voice is known to the Children of Music, and hath oft shaken the vibrating light wherein they dwell.

Fear not! As long as thou dost love me, I am thine." And parting slowly, still smiling, the lovely vision, with its small radiant hands ever wandering among the starry strings of its cloud-like lyre, floated onward.
Suddenly a clear voice said "Welcome!" and looking up I saw my first friend, Azul.

I smiled in glad recognition--I would have spoken--but lo! a wide immensity of blazing glory broke like many-coloured lightning around me--so dazzling, so overpowering, that I instinctively drew back and paused--I felt I could go no further.
"Here," said my guardian gently--"here ends thy journey.

Would that it were possible, poor Spirit, for thee to pass this boundary! But that may not be--as yet.