His acts of faith shone like the Jacinth of heaven, the color of sidereal fires.

The pearls of Charity were upon him,--a chaplet of garnered tears! Love divine surrounded him with roses; and the whiteness of his Resignation obliterated all earthly trace.
Soon, to the eyes of the Seers, he was but a point of flame, growing brighter and brighter as its motion was lost in the melodious acclamations which welcomed his entrance into heaven.
The celestial accents made the two exiles weep.
Suddenly a silence as of death spread like a mourning veil from the first to the highest sphere, throwing Wilfrid and Minna into a state of intolerable expectation.
At this moment the _Seraph_ was lost to sight within the _sanctuary_, receiving there the gift of Life Eternal.
A movement of adoration made by the Host of heaven filled the two Seers with ecstasy mingled with terror.

They felt that all were prostrate before the Throne, in all the spheres, in the Spheres Divine, in the Spiritual Spheres, and in the Worlds of Darkness.
The Angels bent the knee to celebrate the _Seraph's_ glory; the Spirits bent the knee in token of their impatience; others bent the knee in the dark abysses, shuddering with awe.
A mighty cry of joy gushed forth, as the spring gushes forth to its millions of flowering herbs sparkling with diamond dew-drops in the sunlight; at that instant the _Seraph_ reappeared, effulgent, crying, "_Eternal! Eternal! Eternal_!" The universe heard the cry and understood it; it penetrated the spheres as God penetrates them; it took possession of the infinite; the Seven Divine Worlds heard the Voice and answered.
A mighty movement was perceptible, as though whole planets, purified, were rising in dazzling light to become Eternal.
Had the _Seraph_ obtained, as a first mission, the work of calling to God the creations permeated by His Word?
But already the sublime _hallelujah_ was sounding in the ear of the desolate ones as the distant undulations of an ended melody.

Already the celestial lights were fading like the gold and crimson tints of a setting sun.

Death and Impurity recovered their prey.
As the two mortals re-entered the prison of flesh, from which their spirit had momentarily been delivered by some priceless sleep, they felt like those who wake after a night of brilliant dreams, the memory of which still lingers in their soul, though their body retains no consciousness of them, and human language is unable to give utterance to them.
The deep darkness of the sphere that was now about them was that of the sun of the visible worlds.
"Let us descend to those lower regions," said Wilfrid.
"Let us do what he told us to do," answered Minna.