9.  The affinity between sexes is clearly marked.  No love but pure love burns on the altar of any soul, and any one who wishes may stop to kindle the fires or warm himself thereat.  There is no bodily contact, no decay, no weakening.  This love is enrapturing, uplifting, ever drawing the lover and the loved nearer to the fountain.

In language most intelligible to us, I would say that the intercourse between sexes is one of refined telepathy, soul-connection by thought transmission, a thousand-fold more charming than the low plane of intercourse in the flesh life, with none of its attendant weakening results.  This strange felicity is as indescribable as it is glorious.  Each nature seeks its real complement, and enjoys the most absolute liberty, for there is not a single barrier to prevent it, as no one desires to do wrong.

This most inviting life had its charms for me, but I well knew that I could not tarry.  I lingered at a thousand fountains to catch the life-giving spray and studied, as far as I possibly could, the faces of these favored creatures.

The whole vegetable world is a long extended floral garden.  Where formerly deserts lay waste and wild, now the blooming roses and expansive lawns can be seen.  Is it possible to picture to your mind’s eye a line of lofty mountains whose sides are dressed in living colors and trimmed with rare flowers?  If you cannot paint this picture, then you must not endeavor to form the faintest conception of the natural features of this Millennial world.

Being still filled with the lingering memories of this happy sphere, and looking forward to the coming golden age of our own world, I read with pleasure a few stanzas contemplating Christ’s second coming.

    “A song of his coming.”

    See the virgins at midnight yearning,
      To behold the face of the Groom. 
    Their lamps are all trimmed and burning,
      As they peer through the misty gloom.

    “He will come,” is the shout of voices,
      Which have sung in a thousand ways;
    For the heart of the saint rejoices,
      At the thought of the coming days.

    When the war of creeds will be over,
      And our King descends from above,
    Only they shall witness His crowning,
      Who have lived in the light of love.

    Then the Christ shall reign in his glory
      On the throne of his sovereign might: 
    And the theme of Redemption’s story
      Will be sung with perfect delight.

    And our minds will dazzle with brightness,
      As our thoughts forever aspire,
    For a mantle of perfect whiteness,
      Shall cover the youth and the sire;

    Then we know that none will be jealous,
      And no one will envy our lot. 
    For against the one who is zealous,
      Not a soul will contrive or plot.

    And our actions will chime in pleasure,
      All refined from malice and sting. 
    We shall all reach the perfect measure,
      In the reign of this conquering King.