See every little flower straighten its stalk, lift up its neck, and with outstretched head stand expectant: something more than the sun, greater than the light, is coming, is coming--none the less surely coming that it is long upon the road! What matters to-day, or to-morrow, or ten thousand years to Life himself, to Love himself! He is coming, is coming, and the necks of all humanity are stretched out to see him come! Every morning will they thus outstretch themselves, every evening will they droop and wait--until he comes .-- Is this but an air-drawn vision?
When he comes, will he indeed find them watching thus?
It was a glorious resurrection-morning.

The night had been spent in preparing it! The children went gamboling before, and the beasts came after us.
Fluttering butterflies, darting dragon-flies hovered or shot hither and thither about our heads, a cloud of colours and flashes, now descending upon us like a snow-storm of rainbow flakes, now rising into the humid air like a rolling vapour of embodied odours.

It was a summer-day more like itself, that is, more ideal, than ever man that had not died found summer-day in any world.

I walked on the new earth, under the new heaven, and found them the same as the old, save that now they opened their minds to me, and I saw into them.

Now, the soul of everything I met came out to greet me and make friends with me, telling me we came from the same, and meant the same.