Zoroaster looked up and fell to the ground upon his knees in wonder and amazement at Daniel’s feet, while his heavy helmet rolled clanging on the marble pavement.  The prophet stood erect as a giant oak, stretching his withered hands to heaven, all the mass of his snow-white hair and beard falling about him to his waist.  His face was illuminated as from within with a strange light, and his dark eyes turned upward seemed to receive and absorb the brightness of an open heaven.  His voice rang again with the strength of youth, and his whole figure was clothed as with the majesty of another world.  Again he spoke: 

“Behold, the voice of the ages is in me, and the Lord my God hath taken me up.  My days are ended; I am taken up and shall no more be cast down.  The earth departeth and the glory of the Lord is come which hath no end for ever.”

“The Lord cometh—­He cometh quickly.  In His right hand are the ages, and the days and the nights are under His feet.  His ranks of the Cherubim are beside Him, and the armies of the Seraphim are dreadful.  The stars of heaven tremble, and the voice of their moaning is as the voice of the uttermost fear.  The arch of the outer firmament is shivered like a broken bow, and the curtain of the sky is rent in pieces as a veil in the tempest.  The sun and the moon shriek aloud, and the sea crieth horribly before the Lord.”

“The nations are extinct as the ashes of a fire that is gone out, and the princes of the earth are no more.  He hath bruised the earth in a mortar, and the dust of it is scattered abroad in the heavens.  The stars in their might hath He pounded to pieces, and the foundations of the ages to fine powder.  There is nothing of them left, and their voices are dead.  There are dim shapes in the horror of emptiness.”

“But out of the north ariseth a fair glory with brightness, and the breath of the Lord breatheth life into all things.  The beam of the dawn is risen, and there shall again be times and seasons, and the Being of the majesty of God is made manifest in form.  From the dust of the earth is the earth made again, and of the beams of His glory shall He make new stars.”

“Send up the voices of praise, O ye things that are; cry out in exultation with mighty music!  Praise the Lord in whom is Life, and in whom all things have Being!  Praise Him and glorify Him that is risen with the wings of the morning of heaven; in whose breath the stars breathe, in whose brightness also the firmament is lightened!  Praise Him who maketh the wheels of the spheres to run their courses; who maketh the flowers to bloom in the spring, and the little flowers of the field to give forth their sweetness!  Praise Him, winter and summer; praise Him, cold and heat!  Praise Him, stars of heaven; praise Him, men and women in the earth!  Praise and glory and honour be unto the Most High Jehovah, who sitteth upon the Throne for ever, and ever, and ever....”

The prophet’s voice rang out with tremendous force and majestic clearness as he uttered the last words.  Throwing up his arms to their height, he stood one moment longer, immovable, his face radiantly illuminated with an unearthly glory.  One instant he stood there, and then fell back, straight and rigid, to his length upon the cushioned floor—­dead!