190 THE UNIVERSE 



The Greek had his Elysian Fields, his daffodil 

 meadows where the Eidola, the shadowy images of 

 the dead, moved in a world of shadows; and his 

 islands of the blest, where Achilles and Tydides un- 

 laced the helmet from their flowing hair. The Scan- 

 dinavian dreamed of his green sylvan paradise here- 

 after, amid the barren wastes. The Indian saw God 

 in lightning, heard him in the thunder's roar, and 

 viewed beyond the cloud-capped hills his hunters' 

 paradise. And in the perennial hereafter in the all- 

 life-giving sun there are green fields, daffodil 

 meadows, golden light, rainbows that never fade, 

 glorified cities, white-robed innocence, the crown and 

 the palm branch, the throne of serene majesty, the 

 golden harp and the song of rejoicing, and all- 

 abounding happiness, innocent, thrilling, intense 

 and unending. 



The rare and radiant physical beauties of heaven 

 we cannot describe, but it is a place where no guilty 

 step enters the gates of pearl, in the city of God; 

 no polluting presence flings shadows on the golden 

 streets of the New Jerusalem. It is the dwelling 

 place of angels and just men made perfect, and 

 spirits of saints in celestial glory. There is no 

 darkness, envy, hatred or slander, no gold mixed 

 with dross. No bleared and blighted crowds, de- 

 graded out of the semblance of humanity, crawl, 

 like singed moths, around the flaring house of multi- 

 plied temptations. Where boyhood shall not so 

 live as to make its own manhood miserable; where 

 manhood shall not so live as to make old age dis- 

 honorable and death ghastly. The apples of Sodom 

 cannot grow on the same soil with the Tree of Life. 



In other stars and countless worlds there may 



