Part Six.

SCENE.-The Electric Ocean of the Solar System between the Planets Mars and Jupiter.

HELPLESS as any foam-bell on the rivers,

I am borne breathlessly out where the white

Sea of eternity rolls on my sight.

What is a world?

'Tis more and less by far

Than men have dreamed.

Each world's a flame-wheeled car

On the grooved railway of the skies. A dome
Of sunny crystals flecked with silver foam,

Spray from the Solar Ocean,

Whereon it rocks with vibratory motion.

A heart that throbs and quivers;

A lily blooming on the crystal sea
Of God's creative harmony;

A drop of dew that shines

On tree-like Nature's leafy top;

A chariot

Wherein the angel-hosts in glory ride;
A rosy bower where wedded hearts abide ;

A living Temple filled with worshipers;
A nest-each atom is an egg that stirs
With embryonic life, and longs to soar
Through the pure ether to the Spirit-shore;
A drop of heavenly rain

That crystallizes as it falls into

A diamond orb, out-sparkling through the blue;
A procreant cradle, swinging 'mid the skies
Waved by the breath of angel-melodies;

A fair young Mother holding in her arms

Sweet Infants, twins, hued with immortal charms-An Adam and an Eve that fondling lie

In the embrace of one humanity.

Strangely it looks to me to see from far

The planet Earth like any other star!
Once its round sides seemed limitless; but now
Its disc is like an apple on a bough.

All size is relative, and God alone

Knoweth the actual value of each one

Of the bright globes that in the ether swim;
And worlds, because of men, are dear to Him.)

I often used to wish at eventide

I were a spirit freed and glorified,

Wandering through trackless ether at my will.
And when the planet Mars shone bright and still,
I hailed its ruddy flame, and wished I were
Midst its unvisioned realms a wanderer.

Oh, strange transition! I have left that spark, That Earth where I was born, so dim and dark, And wander free as any viewless wind.

O God! thy goodness everywhere I find
The space man thinks devoid of life is all
One high celestial hall,

Thronged by the deathless spirits of the free,
Members of one sublime Humanity.

This mighty ocean whose white effluence flows
Around each star like daylight round a rose
In some sweet garden, thrills on every side
With Spirits, who, upon its radiant tide,

Tread lightly as on pavements clear as amber.
Not lonely, not alone, the bright ones wander;
Divine Societies that seem to be

Of kindred essence, beautiful and free,
Yet varying as the colors in the prism,
All holy, from the planet-worlds arisen,
With varied motion, everywhere appear.

Again I see that Maiden Spirit dear,
My sister-angel. Hark! I hear her sing:
"Unfold, Immortal Brother,

Thy spirit as a wing.

Go up toward another

Bright World! Behold its King!"

I see a Spirit vaster in his stature,
More glorious in form, attire, and feature
Than wisest sages of the centuries past
In vision saw. Around him there is cast
A three-fold robe of silver, gold, and blue;
And these his form imperial glimmers through.

He calls my sister-guide and speaks to her :
His words, unknown, my intellect bestir
With sense of vastness.

Now she comes to me

And says: "Dear friend, that Spirit great and wise,
In whose vast thought the light of ages lies,
Is from the mighty planet Jupiter."

Toward the Spirit I am led by her.

"Mortal," he says, "the first one of thy days
Is ended; soon the second dawns with rays
Of ruby fire upon thee. Come, for I
Wait to transport thee to another sky."

Part Seven.

SCENE.-The Electric Ocean of the Solar System in near proximity to the Planet Jupiter.

"HE who on earth was known as 'Man of sorrows,'

Is known in Heaven as the CREATIVE MAN.

He from the Infinite forever borrows

A seven-fold form. That form in God began. The Spirit of that form is Him who built;

The form itself the agent. Heavens outroll Forever from One God through one creative Soul.")

So speaks that Titan Angel. All controlled,
Each movement, thought, volition of my own-
I am inspired by influence unknown,

Whose thoughts within my brain take outward mold.
Great thoughts descend-into my spirit melt,
As morning melts into some quiet lake,

And outward image take.

I am possessed

As if a sun were germed within my heart and breast.