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1Aussitôt, comme si toutes les flèches d’un carquois s’élançaient ensemble, les Esprits chassèrent d’un souffle les vestiges de son ancienne forme ; à mesure que montait le Séraphin, il devenait plus pur ; bientôt, il ne leur sembla qu’un léger dessin de ce qu’ils avaient vu quand il s’était transfiguré : des lignes de feu sans ombre. Il montait, recevait de cercle en cercle un don nouveau ; puis le signe de son élection se transmettait à la sphère supérieure où il montait toujours purifié. Aucune des voix ne se taisait, l’hymne se propageait dans tous ses modes. « Salut à qui monte vivant ! Viens, fleur des Mondes ! Diamant sorti du feu des douleurs ! perle sans tache, désir sans chair, lien nouveau de la terre et du ciel, sois lumière ! Esprit vainqueur, Reine du monde, vole à ta couronne ! Triomphateur de la terre, prends ton diadème ! Sois à nous ! »
2Les vertus de l’Ange reparaissaient dans leur beauté. Son premier désir du ciel reparut gracieux comme une verdissante enfance. Comme autant de constellations, ses actions le décorèrent de leur éclat. Ses actes de foi brillèrent comme l’Hyacinthe du ciel, couleur du feu sidéral. La Charité lui jeta ses perles orientales, belles larmes recueillies ! L’Amour divin l’entoura de ses roses, et sa Résignation pieuse lui enleva par sa blancheur tout vestige terrestre. Aux yeux de Wilfrid et de Minna, bientôt il ne fut plus qu’un point de flamme qui s’avivait toujours et dont le mouvement se perdait dans la mélodieuse acclamation qui célébrait sa venue au ciel. Les célestes accents firent pleurer les deux bannis. Tout à coup un silence de mort, qui s’étendit comme un voile sombre de la première à la dernière sphère, plongea Wilfrid et Minna dans une indicible attente.
3En ce moment, le Séraphin se perdait au sein du Sanctuaire où il reçut le don de vie éternelle. Il se fit un mouvement d’adoration profonde qui remplit les deux Voyants d’une extase mêlée d’effroi. Ils sentirent que tout se prosternait dans les Sphères Divines, dans les Sphères Spirituelles et dans les Mondes de Ténèbres. Les Anges fléchissaient le genou pour célébrer sa gloire, les Esprits fléchissaient le genou pour attester leur impatience ; on fléchissait le genou dans les abîmes en frémissant d’épouvante. Un grand cri de joie jaillit comme jaillirait une source arrêtée qui recommence ses milliers de gerbes florissantes où se joue le soleil en parsemant de diamants et de perles les gouttes lumineuses, à l’instant où le Séraphin reparut flamboyant et cria : — ÉTERNEL ! ÉTERNEL ! ÉTERNEL !
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1But that which those two chosen ones could contemSERAPHITA £78 plate, and of which they carried away the evidence to be a light to their souls forever after, was the certainty of the action of worlds and beings, and a knowledge of the effort with which they all tend to a final result. They heard the various parts of the infinite forming a living melody; and at each beat, when the concord made itself felt as a deep expiration, the worlds, carried on by this unanimous motion, bowed to the Omnipotent One, who in His unapproachable centre made all things issue from Him and return to Him. This ceaseless alternation of voices and silence seemed to be the rhythm of the holy hymn that was echoed and sustained from age to age. Wilfrid and Minna now understood some of the mysterious words of the being who on earth had appeared to them under the form which was intelligible to each—Seraphitus to one, Seraphita to the other—seeing that here all was homogeneous. Light gave birth to melody, and melody to light; colors were both light and melody; motion was number endowed by the Word; in short, everything was at once sonorous, diaphanous, and mobile; so that, everything existing in everything else, extension knew no liuuits, and the angels could traverse it everywhere to the utmost depths of the infinite.
2They saw then how puerile were the human sciences of which they had heard. Before them lay a view without any horizon, an abyss into which ardent craving invited them to plunge; but burdened with their hapless bodies, they had the desire without the power. The seraph lightly spread his wings to take his flight, and did not look back at them—he had nothing now in common with the earth. He sprang upward; the vast span of his dazzling pinions 174 BALZAC’S WORKS covered the two seers like a beneficent shade, allowing them to raise their eyes and see him borne away in his glory escorted by the rejoicing archangel. He mounted like a beaming sun rising from the bosom of the waters; but, more happy he than the-day star, and destined to more glorious ends, he was not bound, like inferior creatures, to a circular orbit; he followed the direct line of the infinite, tending undeviatingly to the central one, to be lost there in life eternal, and to absorb into his faculties and into his essence the power of rejoicing through love and the gift of comprehending through wisdom. The spectacle that was then suddenly unveiled to the eyes of the two seers overpowered them by its vastness, for they felt like atoms whose smallness was comparable only to the minutest fraction which infinite divisibility allows man to conceive of, brought face to face with the infinitely numerous which God alone can contemplate as He contemplates Himself.
3What humiliation and what greatness in those two points, strength and love, which the seraph’s first desire had placed as two links uniting the immensity of the inferior universe to the immensity of the superior universe! They understood the invisible bonds by which material worlds are attached to the spiritual worlds. As they recalled the stupendous efforts of the greatest human minds, they discerned the principle of meiody as they heard the songs of heaven which gave them all the sensations of color, perfume, and thought, and reminded them of the innumerable details of all the creations, as an earthly song can revive the slenderest memories of love. Strung by the excessive exaltation of their faculties to a pitch for which there is no word in any language, for a SERAPHITA 175 ‘moment they were suffered to glance into the divine sphere. There all was gladness! Myriads of angels winged their way with one consent and without confusion, all alike but all different, as simple as the wild rose, as vast as worlds. Wilfrid and Minna did not see them come nor go; they suddenly pervaded the: infinite with their presence, as stars appear in the unfathomable ether. The blaze of all their diadems flashed into light in space, as the heavenly fire is lighted when the day rises among mountains. Waves of light fell from their hair, and their movements gave rise to undulating throbs like the dancing waves of a phosphorescent sea.
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