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THE ASSUMPTION.
The last psalm was uttered neither by word, look, nor gesture, nor by any of those signs which men employ to communicate their thoughts, but as the soul speaks to itself; for at the moment when Seraphita revealed herself in her true nature, her thoughts were no longer enslaved by human words.

The violence of that last prayer had burst her bonds.

Her soul, like a white dove, remained for an instant poised above the body whose exhausted substances were about to be annihilated.
The aspiration of the Soul toward heaven was so contagious that Wilfrid and Minna, beholding those radiant scintillations of Life, perceived not Death.
They had fallen on their knees when _he_ had turned toward his Orient, and they shared his ecstasy.
The fear of the Lord, which creates man a second time, purging away his dross, mastered their hearts.
Their eyes, veiled to the things of Earth, were opened to the Brightness of Heaven.
Though, like the Seers of old called Prophets by men, they were filled with the terror of the Most High, yet like them they continued firm when they found themselves within the radiance where the Glory of the _Spirit_ shone.
The veil of flesh, which, until now, had hidden that glory from their eyes, dissolved imperceptibly away, and left them free to behold the Divine substance.
They stood in the twilight of the Coming Dawn, whose feeble rays prepared them to look upon the True Light, to hear the Living Word, and yet not die.
In this state they began to perceive the immeasurable differences which separate the things of earth from the things of Heaven.
_Life_, on the borders of which they stood, leaning upon each other, trembling and illuminated, like two children standing under shelter in presence of a conflagration, That Life offered no lodgment to the senses.
The ideas they used to interpret their vision to themselves were to the things seen what the visible senses of a man are to his soul, the material covering of a divine essence.
The departing _spirit_ was above them, shedding incense without odor, melody without sound.

About them, where they stood, were neither surfaces, nor angles, nor atmosphere.
They dared neither question him nor contemplate him; they stood in the shadow of that Presence as beneath the burning rays of a tropical sun, fearing to raise their eyes lest the light should blast them.
They knew they were beside him, without being able to perceive how it was that they stood, as in a dream, on the confines of the Visible and the Invisible, nor how they had lost sight of the Visible and how they beheld the Invisible.
To each other they said: "If he touches us, we can die!" But the _spirit_ was now within the Infinite, and they knew not that neither time, nor space, nor death, existed there, and that a great gulf lay between them, although they thought themselves beside him.
Their souls were not prepared to receive in its fulness a knowledge of the faculties of that Life; they could have only faint and confused perceptions of it, suited to their weakness.
Were it not so, the thunder of the _Living Word_, whose far-off tones now reached their ears, and whose meaning entered their souls as life unites with body,--one echo of that Word would have consumed their being as a whirlwind of fire laps up a fragile straw.
Therefore they saw only that which their nature, sustained by the strength of the _spirit_, permitted them to see; they heard that only which they were able to hear.
And yet, though thus protected, they shuddered when the Voice of the anguished soul broke forth above them--the prayer of the _Spirit_ awaiting Life and imploring it with a cry.
That cry froze them to the very marrow of their bones.
The _Spirit_ knocked at the _sacred portal_.