Lo! a Shining One from the court of the Great King suddenly stands among them. His gossamer robes seemed woven of the deep blue of the fields of space through which he had just passed, and the stars were glittering through the graceful folds bound with rare devices, wrought from the jasper, onyx, and chrysoprase of the heavenly city. 'Brothers!' said the sweet voice of the beautiful vision, 'the term of exile is past; the Father has sent me to recall His children.' But the heart of the artists sank, for the human love was strong in their bosoms. Jemschid gazed upon the betrothed bride; the unfinished picture; and tears rushed into his sad eyes. The Angel was touched with pity for the double grief of artist and lover, and said: 'Gaze not so sorrowfully upon the unwedded maiden; the unfinished picture! She shall yet be thine-and the picture shall be dear to thy fellow men. Lo! I am Rubi, the angel of Beauty!' Then, taking the brush in his glittering hands, with rapid touch he gave the lovely face an expression of tender innocence, of virgin purity, of maternal love and adoration, which will never cease to thrill the heart of the faithful. 'It is the Mother of our Lord!' said the astonished brothers, as they gazed upon the finished work. 'Zophiel!' continued the pitying angel, 'the lips of Sibyl shall repeat thy songs, for they are all graven upon her heart! But you are now to chant in heaven, and the canticle is to be for His praise who made all; and when you exalt Him, put forth all your strength, and be not weary; for you can never go far enough! 'Angelo! the Hosanna is for heaven. The Rose lingers not here to chant alone the Miserere.' Alas! the wild human dread and sorrow overpowered all else in the breasts of the brothers as they gazed upon the women of their love. A strange smile played over the heavenly face of the Angel as he murmured: _'Are they not safe in the bosom of the everlasting Love?'_ * * * * * Slowly through the Valley of the Shadow--and then more rapid than the flight of thought, moved the brothers, on--on--through myriads upon myriads of blazing suns, of starry universes; on--on--until they reached the limits of space, the boundary of material worlds. The angels left them as they entered the primeval night of chaos, the shoreless ocean between the sensuous and spiritual life. For alone with God through chaos do we arrive at the sensuous body; alone with God in chaos do we leave this body of corruption, from which is evolved the Body of the Spirit, 'glorious and unchangeable.' And again is clasped the thread of _Identity,_ on which are strung the pearls of memory, and the Past and Future of Time become the Eternal Present! * * * * * Clothed in immortal vesture, the brothers now stand before that Great White Throne, which has no shadow, but is built of Light inaccessible, and full of Glory.