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1Les univers l’entendirent et le reconnurent ; il les pénétra comme Dieu les pénètre, et prit possession de l’infini. Les Sept mondes divins s’émurent à sa voix et lui répondirent. En ce moment il se fit un grand mouvement comme si des astres entiers purifiés s’élevaient en d’éblouissantes clartés devenues éternelles. Peut-être le Séraphin avait-il reçu pour première mission d’appeler à Dieu les créations pénétrées par la parole ? Mais déjà l’ alleluia sublime retentissait dans l’entendement de Wilfrid et de Minna, comme les dernières ondulations d’une musique finie. Déjà les lueurs célestes s’abolissaient comme les teintes d’un soleil qui se couche dans ses langes de pourpre et d’or. L’Impur et la Mort ressaisissaient leur proie.
2En rentrant dans les liens de la chair, dont leur esprit avait momentanément été dégagé par un sublime sommeil, les deux mortels se sentaient comme au matin d’une nuit remplie par de brillants rêves dont le souvenir voltige en l’âme, mais dont la conscience est refusée au corps, et que le langage humain ne saurait exprimer. La nuit profonde dans les limbes de laquelle ils roulaient était la sphère où se meut le soleil des mondes visibles. — Descendons là-bas, dit Wilfrid à Minna. — Faisons comme il a dit, répondit-elle. Après avoir vu les mondes en marche vers Dieu, nous connaissons le bon sentier. Nos diadèmes d’étoiles sont là-haut. Ils roulèrent dans les abîmes, rentrèrent dans la poussière des mondes inférieurs, virent tout à coup la Terre comme un lieu souterrain dont le spectacle leur fut éclairé par la lumière qu’ils rapportaient en leur âme et qui les environnait encore d’un nuage où se répétaient vaguement les harmonies du ciel en se dissipant. Ce spectacle était celui qui frappa jadis les yeux intérieurs des Prophètes. Ministres des religions diverses, toutes prétendues vraies, Rois tous consacrés par la Force et par la Terreur, Guerriers et Grands se partageant mutuellement les Peuples, Savants et Riches au-dessus d’une foule bruyante et souffrante qu’ils broyaient bruyamment sous leurs pieds ; tous étaient accompagnés de leurs serviteurs et de leurs femmes, tous étaient vêtus de robes d’or, d’argent, d’azur, couverts de perles, de pierreries arrachées aux entrailles de la Terre, dérobées au fond des Mers, et pour lesquelles l’Humanité s’était pendant long-temps employée, en suant et blasphémant.
3Mais ces richesses et ces splendeurs construites de sang furent comme de vieux haillons aux yeux des deux Proscrits. — Que faites-vous ainsi rangés et immobiles ? leur cria Wilfrid. Ils ne répondirent pas. — Que faites-vous ainsi rangés et immobiles ? Ils ne répondirent pas. Wilfrid leur imposa les mains en leur criant : — Que faites-vous ainsi rangés et immobiles ? Par un mouvement unanime, tous entr’ouvrirent leurs robes et laissèrent voir des corps desséchés, rongés par des vers, corrompus, pulvérisés, travaillés par d’horribles maladies. — Vous conduisez les nations à la mort, leur dit Wilfrid. Vous avez adultéré la terre, dénaturé la parole, prostitué la justice. Après avoir mangé l’herbe des pâturages, vous tuez maintenant les brebis ? Vous croyez-vous justifiés en montrant vos plaies ? Je vais avertir ceux de mes frères qui peuvent encore entendre la Voix, afin qu’ils puissent aller s’abreuver aux sources que vous avez cachées.
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1The two seers could discern the seraph as a darker object amid deathless legions, whose wings were as the mighty plumage of a forest swept by the breeze. And then, as though all the arrows of a quiver were shot off at once, the spirits dispelled with a breath every vestige of his former shape; as the seraph mounted higher he was purified, and erelong he was no more than a filmy image of what they had seen when he was first transfigured—lines of fire with no shadow. Up and up, receiving a fresh gilt at each circle, while the sign of his election was transmitted to the highest heaven, whither he mounted purer and purer. None of the voices ceased; the hymn spread in all its modes— ‘‘Hail to him who rises to life! Come, flower of the worlds, diamond passed through the fire of affliction, pearl without spot, desire without flesh, new link between earth and heaven, be thou Light! Conquering spirit, queen of the world, fly to take thy crown; victorious over the earth, receive thy diadem! Be one of us!” The angel’s virtues reappeared in all their beauty. His 176 BALZAC’S WORKS _ first longing for heaven was seen in the grace of tender infancy. His deeds adorned him with brightness like constellations; his acts of faith blazed like the hyacinth of the skies, the hue of the stars. Charity decked him with oriental pearls, treasured tears. Divine love bowered him in roses, and his pious resignation by its whiteness divested him of every trace of earthliness.
2Soon, to their eyes; he was no more than a speck of flame, growing more and more intense, its motion lost in the melodious acclamations that hailed his arrival in heaven. The celestial voices made the two exiles weep. Suddenly the silence of death spread like a solemn veil from the highest to the lowest sphere, throwing Wilfrid and Minna into unutterable expectancy. At that instant the seraph was lost in the heart of the sanctuary, where he received the gift of eternal life. Then they were aware of an impulse of intense adoration, which filled them with rapture mingled with awe. They felt that every being had fallen prostrate in the divine spheres, in the spiritual spheres, and in the worlds of darkness. The angels bent the knee to do honor to his glory, the spirits bent the knee to testify to their eagerness, and in the abyss all knelt, shuddering with awe. A mighty shout of joy broke out, as a choked spring breaks forth again, tossing up its thousands of flower-like jets, mirroring the sun which turns the sparkling drops to diamond and pearl, at the instant when the seraph emerged, a blaze of light, crying: ‘‘Kternal! Eternal! Eternal!’ The worlds heard him and acknowledged him; he became one with them as God is, and took possession of the infinite. SERAPHITA ‘Wi eee The seven divine worlds were aroused by his voice and answered him.
3At this instant there was a great rush, as if whole stars were purified and went up in dazzling glory to be eternal. Perhaps the seraph’s first duty was to call all creations filled with the Word to come to God. But the hallelujah was already dying away in the ears of Wilfrid and Minna, like the last waves of dying music. The glories of heaven were already vanishing, like the hues of a setting sun amid curtains of purple and gold. Death and impurity were repossessing themselves of their prey. As they resumed the bondage of the flesh from which their spirit had for a moment been released by a sublime trance, the two mortals felt as on awaking in the morning from a night of splendid dreams, of which reminiscences float in the brain, though the senses have no knowledge of them, and human language would fail to express them. The blackness of the limbo into which they fell was the sphere where the sun of visible worlds shines. ‘We must go down again,’’ said Wilfrid to Minna. ‘‘We will do as he bids us,’’ replied she. ‘‘Having seen the worlds moving on toward God, we know the right way. —Our starry diadems are above!”’
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