They saw Astra, old, grey, and blind, sitting before her telescope, and gazing in vain. They saw her star flicker up for a moment with a bright and final light.
Then they saw Astra’s blind eyes . . . . see! Astra looked and beheld the land of light, and the little band of happy, loving, dear ones in their shining raiment. Then they heard Astra murmur: “There! there . . . . the Land . . . .! The . . . . Kingdom . . . . of . . . . the . . . . Future!!!”
And they saw her star extinguish:
She fell back dead. . . .
The viol of gladness trilled.
