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There were walled castles with lofty towers. The
white clouds had conquered the sky; they filled the
whole blue arch of heaven and reached the sun
and shaded it.
“Oh, how beautiful,” thought the pious artist,
“if longing souls could mount those towering hills
and be carried by them, as on a swaying ship, ever
higher and higher!”
And he suddenly comprehended that the white
summer clouds were the craft on which the souls
of the blessed departed travel.
He saw them there, as they stood on the shining
masses with lilies in their hands and golden
crowns on their heads; the heavens echoed with
their song, and angels flew on broad strong wings
to meet them. Oh, what myriads of souls! As the
clouds spread out, more and more of them became
visible. They rested on the cloud-beds as
water-lilies float on the lake. They embellished them as
flowers adorn the meadow. What a jubilant ascent!
Cloud rolled up behind cloud, and all were filled
with heavenly hosts in armor of silver, with
immortal singers in mantles bordered with purple.
This artist had afterwards painted the ceiling
in Svartsjö church, and he had tried to reproduce
there the rising clouds of a summer sky carrying the
blessed saints to heaven.
The hand that wielded the brush had been strong
but somewhat stiff, so that the clouds resembled
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