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(1868) [MARC] Author: Fredrika Bremer Translator: Emily Nonnen With: Charlotte Bremer
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After a while I heard again the voice crying aloud : —

“Thou, the youngest of the great nations of earth; thou
messenger of the Lord’s latest, last word to humanity!
arise ! come before thy Judge.”

And [ beheld something like a green mount rise out of
the ocean of clouds, and on it stood a figure —oh, how
glorious! Youth and beauty and strength marked her
whole being; the rosy morn of hope glowed upon her
cheeks and in her beantiful and joyous glance. On her
fresh lips the words of life seemed to lie. Rich and splen-
did raiments infolded the youthful and vigorous forni. On
her head she wore a diadem of twenty-six stars, glittering.
with various light. With her right hand she raised a ban-
ner which the wind unfurled, and on which stood written:
“ Taberty.”

She was so beautiful that I felt spell-bound before her,
and I called her in my heart, Earth’s hope. And the
heavenly hosts and the spirits of Earth’s nations turned
eagerly their eyes upon her.

The celestial voices sang sweetly : —

“Step before thy Creator, thou young, thou highly
gifted, thou, the youngest and most beautiful of His
daughters!”

And she advanced, not straight forward, but in an ob-
lique direction, seemingly not aware of it herself. She
stumbled now and then, and her face wore an expression of
uneasiness and embarrassment. Surprised, I looked at her
attentively, and beheld her ankle encircled by a golden
chain, the other end of which was bound on to the arm of a
negro, who walked a few steps behind her and who seemed
to be her servant. :

Also, he moved along, but half asleep and listlessly. He
was unconsciously approaching the edge of a frightful preci-
pice, at the foot of which, dragons, snakes, and slime-cov-
ered monsters of the deep, with horrible shapes, were crawl-
ing about.

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