Sun of
earth, farewell. Friends of earth we shall meet again. See, heaven
opens. Its one eternal day streams in upon my soul. Farewell.
"Happy spirit, welcome in;
Hark! the song of seraphim
Hails thy presence at the throne--
Earth is lost, and Heaven is won!
Enter in."
The voice died away in faint indistinct murmurs; the eye lost the living
fire; the prophetic lip paled to marble, quivered a moment, and was
still for ever. The spirit of Clary had passed the dark gateway, and was
the new-born of heaven.
"My sister; oh, my sister! Is she indeed gone from me for ever?"
exclaimed Frederic, bursting into the room, and flinging himself upon
the bed beside her. "Clary! my angel! Clary! What! cold and dead? Oh, my
poor heart!"
"Oh, how I envy her this blessed change!" said Juliet.
"Aye, 'tis a sin to weep for her. But grief is selfish, Miss Whitmore;
it will have its way. Oh! sister, dear sister, why did you leave me
alone, the last survivor of an unfortunate race?"
And thus sorrow poured forth its querulous wailings into the cold ear
of death. The storm which bereaves us of our best affections passes
over; the whirlwind, the thunder, and the shower, desolating our harvest
of expected joys; but the sun bursts forth again. Hope blossoms afresh
in its beams, and the heart of man revives to form new schemes of future
enjoyment.
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