reposing on a sunbeam lingering on the brow of a hill, a spirit lay, apart from his fellows. his brow was wreathed with the opal, emerald, and ruby; so blending their several rays that they seemed but as a circlet of ever-changing light. his long flowing hair shone as if each clustering ringlet had been bathed in the liquid diamond. his downy wings, woven of every shade, gently waved in air, wafting the richest perfume, and dyeing the sunbeam on which he lay in every brilliant tint. a light mist enveloped his angelic form—softening, not lessening, his resplendent loveliness. his eye shone as the midnight star; a bloom, softer, lovelier, purer than the earliest rose, played on his cheek; sparkling smiles wreathed his lips. he spoke, and his voice was music, though his golden harp lay silent by his side.
“love! love;” he murmured. “hallelujah to the lord of love! let the full choirs of heaven chant forth the immortal theme; proclaim, proclaim him love! earth! air! ocean! shout with your hundred tongues, send up your echo to the voice of heaven! man, art thou insensible?—hearest thou not these living tones?—can doubt be thine, as i have heard whispered in the celestial courts? created by love—placed in a world of love—distant as thou art, yet cherished and beloved by love, destined for immortal union with the love that gave thee being!—canst thou be faithless, canst thou be senseless?—when above, below, around, within, soundeth the deep eternal voice of love! oh, insensates, if such things be! immortal glory, bliss unfading, can it be for ye!”
awhile he paused. a slight shadow passed athwart the brilliant rays with which he was encircled. he folded his wings around him, and laid his brow upon them.
“my thought has been rebuked,” he said; “i have done ill. enough for me the consciousness of love. wherefore should i condemn, as yet unworthy to look on man? let the hallelujahs sound forth again. glory to the eternal!—his works are wisdom, his thoughts are love!”
he swept his hand across his harp—the shadow had departed from his wings;—his chaplet shot forth again its living light. celestial music flowed forth from his voice and hand:—the spirit smiled once more. suddenly the hallelujahs ceased. to the eye of man twilight had descended; the stars began to light up the dark blue heavens. mortal vision might trace the semblance of a falling meteor of unwonted brilliance, dropping into space. the purified orbs of the seraph crowd knew that one of the highest class of angels was departing from his resplendent seat, and winging his flight towards them. instantly they rose up from their several resting-places, forming in files of unutterable brilliance. increased happiness shed a new lustre on their brows, and heightened the glowing iris of their wings. one alone felt penetrated with an awe, which slightly lessened the feelings of joy which the visit of an angel ever caused. he feared it was to him the celestial mission came: that his condemnation of beings, whose nature and whose trials he knew not, had exposed him to censure, perhaps to a longer banishment from the higher spheres of glory; and while his brother spirits thronged round the favoured minister, to bask in the resplendent brightness of his smiles, to list to the words of melody flowing from his lips, to gaze on the mild yet thrilling softness of his celestial features, zephon stood aloof, for the first time shrinking from the glance and voice he loved. he saw not that the glittering helm and dazzling sword were laid aside, that his brow was wreathed with the softly gleaming pearl, his shining wings glistening through silvery radiance, bespeaking tenderness and mercy, and not now the wrath and chastisement of which, at his maker’s will, he was at times the minister.
his voice, melodious and thrilling as the silver trumpets of the empyreal heavens, sounded through space, as it called “zephon!” the seraph paused not a moment, but darting through the incensed air, prostrated himself at the archangel’s feet.
“arise! and fear not, youthful brother,” spake the messenger of the eternal, departing not from the grave majesty of his demeanour, but smiling with such ineffable sweetness, the seraph felt its reviving influence, and spread forth his silken pinions rejoicingly again. “i come, the harbinger of peace and love. thine impassioned zeal was checked ere it became a fault—checked ere it led thee to desire forbidden knowledge. charged with a message of love and mercy from the most high, i have besought and obtained permission to take thee as my companion. to thine imperfect vision it seemeth strange that man, so especially the beloved, the cherished of the eternal, framed to display, to uphold his stupendous power, to proclaim his might—his love—should ever fail either in obedience or adoration. thou hast heard that such has been; for where sin hath so fearfully prevailed that an immortal spirit has been excluded from these glorious realms, a dim shadow hath spread over heaven’s resplendent courts, and the celestial spirits of every rank have prostrated themselves before the invisible yet terrible presence, adoring justice, while they supplicated mercy. zephon! not yet may be revealed to thee the glorious mystery of the eternal’s secret ways. thou mayst gaze with me on the earthly beings i have charge to tend; but it is forbidden thee to ask or seek the wherefore of what thou seest. thou wilt behold, even in this limited glance, enough to prove, that even if the human heart refuseth to send up its thrilling echo to the theme of love, which thy zeal demandeth, the unfathomable love of its benignant creator will receive and bless its faintest sigh; for to him, and to him alone is known the extent of its trial—the bitterness of its grief—the difficulty of its belief in an ever-acting love. zephon! if still thou wilt, thou shalt look on the human heart: yet pause awhile;—is thy love sufficiently strong to uphold thee in the contemplation of decrees, whose motives thou art not yet permitted to conceive? in thy blissful dwelling, thou hast no need of faith; thou knowest not even its name; but if with me thou goest, faith must be thy safeguard. here thine eye seeth, thine ear heareth nought but love; there it may be darkly hidden from thee. yet if thy faith or thy love should fail, if thou demandest the wherefore of what thou seest, it is of our father’s will, that thou shalt be banished unto earth—banished from this glorious abode, condemned to struggle with the ills and sorrows of mortality, till pure and perfect faith shine forth, and fit thee once again for heaven. speak then, my brother; wilt thou depart with me, or still linger here? the choice is now thine own.”
awhile the seraph paused; the face of the archangel beamed on him with compassionating tenderness and redoubled love. the looks of his brother spirits, the soft fluttering of their wings, seemed to woo him to remain, to entreat him not to tempt the fate threatened if his love should fail, and therefore did he pause.
“no, no! wherefore should i fear?” he cried; “i will go with thee, minister of love. i will look upon my father’s dearest work, and despite of mystery and gloom—of sorrow—of pain, i will love and bless him still!”
a fuller, richer burst of melody filled the realms of air; thousands and thousands of voices swelled forth in triumphant harmony. a starry cloud descended, and, folded in its spangled robe, the departing spirits vanished into space.
