They have not all forgotten me--let me give them more time for thought and recollection!" Again the great voice shook the air: "They love darkness rather than light; they love the perishable earth of which they are in part composed, better than the germ of immortality with which they were in the beginning endowed.

This garden of thine is but a caprice of thy intelligence; the creatures that inhabit it are soulless and unworthy, and are an offence to that indestructible radiance of which thou art one ray.

Therefore I say unto thee again--DESTROY!" My yearning love grew stronger, and I pleaded with renewed force.
"Oh, thou Unseen Glory!" I cried; "thou who hast filled me with this emotion of love and pity which permeates and supports my existence, how canst thou bid me take this sudden revenge upon my frail creation! No caprice was it that caused me to design it; nothing but a thought of love and a desire of beauty.

Even yet I will fulfil my plan--even yet shall these erring children of mine return to me in time, with patience.

While one of them still lifts a hand in prayer to me, or gratitude, I cannot destroy! Bid me rather sink into the darkness of the uttermost deep of shadow; only let me save these feeble little ones from destruction!" The voice replied not.