VOLURA'S VISION.
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Smile answers beaming smile, thought answers thought.And then the angel led Volura onWhere seraph minstrels chanted holy praiseAround some center, all in circles ranged,And, lo! that center was a glorious Throne;A Throne of dazzling whiteness, overhungWith golden clouds, whose fair ethereal foldsA holy radiance o'er all diffused.And seated high upon this dazzling Throne,And in primeval glory all arrayed,The glory by the Father to Him giv'nEre suns and stars from ancient chaos sprang,Was God's own Son. Beside the Throne there stoodTwo beings: one majestic in his mien,In whose right hand a golden balance swung,And Justice was the mighty being's name,The vindicator of God's holy law.Of sweet and holy and of milder mienThan that stern being who beside her stood,Was Mercy, pleading angel sent to standBetween stern Justice' wrath and fallen man.
Volura stood beside her spirit guide,And with adoring rev'rence viewed the scene."O child of Earth!" the holy angel cried,
