Behold that diadem of stars! Here the tints of earthly impressions disappear; standing on this nature rarefied by space do you not feel within you something deeper far than mind, grander than enthusiasm, of greater energy than will?
Are you not conscious of emotions whose interpretation is no longer in us?
Do you not feel your pinions?
Let us pray." Seraphitus knelt down and crossed his hands upon his breast, while Minna fell, weeping, on her knees.

Thus they remained for a time, while the azure dome above their heads grew larger and strong rays of light enveloped them without their knowledge.
"Why dost thou not weep when I weep ?" said Minna, in a broken voice.
"They who are all spirit do not weep," replied Seraphitus rising; "Why should I weep?
I see no longer human wretchedness.

Here, Good appears in all its majesty.

There, beneath us, I hear the supplications and the wailings of that harp of sorrows which vibrates in the hands of captive souls.

Here, I listen to the choir of harps harmonious.