For behold I create new heavens and a new earth; and the former shall not be remembered nor come into mind....

Violence shall no more be heard in thy land, wasting nor destruction within thy borders.

O thou so long afflicted, tossed with tempest and not comforted; behold I will lay thy stones with fair colours, and thy foundations with sapphires....

I will make thy windows of agates and thy gates of carbuncles, and all thy borders of pleasant stones.

Arise, shine, for thy light is come._" As the chink of the censer-chains had sounded in the stillness, with one consent the enormous crowd had fallen on its knees, and so remained, as the smoke curled up from the hands of the rebel figure who held the thurible.