Yet, while we record these impressions, it would be unfair to neglect the spiritual beauty of some souls embracing after long separation in the grave, with folding arms, and clasping hands, and clinging lips.

While painting these, Michelangelo thought peradventure of his father and his brother.
The two planes which I have attempted to describe occupy the upper and the larger portion of the composition.

The third in order is made up of three masses.

In the middle floats a band of Titanic cherubs, blowing their long trumpets over earth and sea to wake the dead.
Dramatically, nothing can be finer than the strained energy and superhuman force of these superb creatures.

Their attitudes compel our imagination to hear the crashing thunders of the trump of doom.