My Life as an Author eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 459 pages of information about My Life as an Author.

My Life as an Author eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 459 pages of information about My Life as an Author.
bodily eyes.’  So she smiled, and waved her fair hand:  and at once, a few, a very few, not all worthiest, not all best, came nearer to me with looks of love; and I knew them each one, for I had met and somewhile walked with each of them in the paths of meditation; and some appeared less beatified than others, and some even meanly clad as in garments all of earth, yet I loved them more than the remainder of that crowded world, though not equally, nor yet all for merit, but in that I had sympathy with these as my friends.  And each spake kindly to me in his tongue, so that I stood entranced by the language of the spirits.  Then said my bright-winged guide, ’Hast thou no word for each of these? they love thy greeting, and would hear thee.’  But I answered, ’Alas, beautiful Power, I know but the language of earth, and my heart is cold, and I am slow of tongue:  how should I worthily address these great ones?’—­So with her finger she touched my lips, and in an inspiration I spake the language of spirits, where the thoughts are as incense to the mind, and the words winged music to the ear, and the heart is dissolved into streams of joy, as hail that hath wandered to the tropics:  in sweetness I communed with them all, and paid my debt of thanks.

“And behold, a strange thing, changing the aspect of my vision.  It appeared to me, in that dreamy dimness, whereof the judgment inquireth not and reason hath no power to rebuke it, that while I was still speaking unto those great ones, the several greetings I had poured forth in my fervour,—­being as it were flowing lava from the volcano of my heart,—­became embodied into mighty cubes of crystal; and in the midst of each one severally flickered its spiritual song, like a soul, in characters of fire.  So I looked in admiration on that fashioning of thoughts, and while I looked, behold, the shining masses did shape up, growing of themselves into a fair pyramid:  and I saw that its eastern foot was shrouded in a mist, and the hither western foot stood out clear and well defined, and the topstone in the middle was more glorious than the rest, and inscribed with a name that might not be uttered; for whereas all the remainder had seemed to be earthborn, mounting step by step as the self-built pile grew wondrously, this only had appeared to drop from above, neither had I welcomed the name it bore in that land of spirits; nevertheless, I had perceived the footmarks of Him, with whose name it was engraved, even on the golden sands of that bright world, and had worshipped them in silence with a welcome.

“Thus then stood before me the majestic pyramid of crystal, full of characters flashing heavenly praise; and I gloried in it as mine own building, hailing the architect proudly, and I grew familiar with those high things, for my mind in its folly was lifted up, and looking on my guide, I said, ’O Lady; were it not ill, I would tell my brethren on earth of these strange matters, and of thy favour, and of the love

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