I am wafted nearer and nearer to it, borne up on the pinions of the air.

And, now, I can discern its golden gates! There, stands Min, again, before them.

She is clothed all in a white garment, that gives out a radiance as of light; while, on her head is a jewelled crown, fashioned in the shape of olive leaves and fastened in front with a single diamond star, whose beams almost blind me.

Both her outstretched hands are extended to greet me.

A loving smile is on her lips, in her eyes.