Listen to the pardoning choir; refresh thy soul in the dawn now rising for thee beyond the night of death.

Yes, thy life, thy true life is there! "May my words now reach thee clothed in the glorious forms of dreams; may they deck themselves with images glowing and radiant as they hover round you.

Rise, rise, to the height where men can see themselves distinctly, pressed together though they be like grains of sand upon a sea-shore.

Humanity rolls out like a many-colored ribbon.

See the diverse shades of that flower of the celestial gardens.