As she was in the act of falling the faint sound of distant music, mingled with the noise of far away rushing waters, seemed to fall upon her ears, increasing in strength and melody as she touched the floor.
If Milman's lines had been written or known at the time of Mag's dream, they could have been most suitably recited.
"From all the harping throng Bursts the tumultuous song, Like the unceasing sound of cataracts pouring, Hosanna o'er hosanna louder roaring.
That faintly echoing down to earthly ears, Hath seemed the concert sweet of the harmonious spheres.".