sun which paled and the earth that shook; and, as He came, passing even then through the last material stage to the thinness of a spirit-fabric, the floating circle swirled behind Him, tossing like phantom birds in the wake of a phantom ship. . . . He was coming, and the earth, rent once again in its allegiance, shrank and reeled in the agony of divided homage. . . .
. . . He was coming—and already the shadow swept off the plain and vanished, and the pale netted wings were rising to the cheek; and the great bell clanged, and the long sweet chord rang out—not more than whispers heard across the pealing storm of everlasting praise. . . .
. . . Genitori genitoque
Laus et jubilatio
Salus honor virtus quoqu
Sit et benedictio
Procedenti ab utroque
Compar sit laudatio. . . .
and once more
PROCEDENTI AB UTROQUE
COMPAR SIT LAUDATIO. . . .
Then this world passed, and the glory of it.
THE END
