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(1868) [MARC] Author: Fredrika Bremer Translator: Emily Nonnen With: Charlotte Bremer
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270 SKETCHES.

At this moment I awoke, with a vivid consciousness of
having learnt the time of my death. I am now forty-five
years old. Consequently twenty-one years more. May
God in me accomplish the work which may have been given
me to execute.

Axrsta, 23d March, 1847.

A VISION.

Isaw a throne standing in a bright shining light, and
from the face of Him who sat upon the throne, there ema-
nated a radiance which filled and glorified all things.
Hosts of seraphs and cherubs surrounded Him, turning
their faces alternately to Him and towards infinite space
before them, which resembled a boundless ocean of clouds.
It seemed as if they were expecting something.

“What is it that is going to happen?” I asked an angel
who stood near me.

“ Dost thou not know,” he answered, “that the Lord to-
day will try the spirit of the peoples of the earth? They
shall be called before Him and receive their reward or
punishment, according to how they have fulfilled their
charge.”

And now I heard a voice, mighty as thunder, exclaim : —

“ Arise, thou the oldest amongst the Northern nations !
Arise before thy Lord!”

And out of the boundless ocean of clouds I saw a shape
rise like a woman’s, with noble, earnest features, with a
clear, frank eye. A plain white robe, white as snow, fell
in soft folds around her strong, but classical figure ; on her
forehead the Northern star shone with mild lustre, and as
she approached nearer the throne, her face looked younger
and more beautiful in the light which was streaming from
it. I heard a chorus of innumerable voices sing thus: —

“Struggling with want, she has nursed her children ;
but honestly has she combated. Her liberty she has de-
fended with her strong arm, and at the sound of the

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