her to the gate of the Swedish castle like an eagle
bearing a white
lamb to his mountain eyrie.
CHAPTER VI
THE PATH TO HEAVEN
The day succeeding that on which Seraphita foresaw her death and bade
farewell to Earth, as a prisoner looks round his
dungeon before
leaving it forever, she suffered pains which obliged her to remain in
the
helpless immobility of those whose pangs are great. Wilfrid and
Minna went to see her, and found her lying on her couch of furs. Still
veiled in flesh, her soul shone through that veil, which grew more and
more
transparent day by day. The progress of the Spirit,
piercing the
last
obstacle between itself and the Infinite, was called an illness,
the hour of Life went by the name of death. David wept as he watched
her
sufferings;
unreasonable as a child, he would not listen to his
mistress's consolations. Monsieur Becker wished Seraphita to try
remedies; but all were useless.
One morning she sent for the two beings whom she loved, telling them
that this would be the last of her bad days. Wilfrid and Minna came in
terror,
knowing well that they were about to lose her. Seraphita
smiled to them as one departing to a better world; her head drooped
like a flower heavy with dew, which opens its calyx for the last time
to waft its
fragrance on the
breeze. She looked at these friends with
a
sadness that was for them, not for herself; she thought no longer of
herself, and they felt this with a grief mingled with
gratitude which
they were
unable to express. Wilfrid stood silent and
motionless, lost
in thoughts excited by events whose vast
bearings enabled him to
conceive of some illimitable immensity.
Emboldened by the
weakness of the being
lately so powerful, or perhaps
by the fear of losing him forever, Minna bent down over the couch and
said, "Seraphitus, let me follow thee!"
"Can I
forbid thee?"
"Why will thou not love me enough to stay with me?"
"I can love nothing here."
"What canst thou love?"
"Heaven."
"Is it
worthy of heaven to
despise the creatures of God?"
"Minna, can we love two beings at once? Would our
beloved be indeed
our
beloved if he did not fill our hearts? Must he not be the first,
the last, the only one? She who is all love, must she not leave the
world for her
beloved? Human ties are but a memory, she has no ties
except to him! Her soul is hers no longer; it is his. If she keeps
within her soul anything that is not his, does she love? No, she loves
not. To love
feebly, is that to love at all? The voice of her
belovedmakes her
joyful; it flows through her veins in a
crimson tide more
glowing far than blood; his glance is the light that penetrates her;
her being melts into his being. He is warm to her soul. He is the
light that lightens; near to him there is neither cold nor darkness.
He is never
absent, he is always with us; we think in him, to him, by
him! Minna, that is how I love him."
"Love whom?" said Minna, tortured with sudden jealousy.
"God," replied Seraphitus, his voice glowing in their souls like fires
of liberty from peak to peak upon the mountains,--"God, who does not
betray us! God, who will never
abandon us! who crowns our wishes; who
satisfies His creatures with joy--joy unalloyed and
infinite! God, who
never wearies but ever smiles! God, who pours into the soul fresh
treasures day by day; who purifies and leaves no
bitterness; who is
all
harmony, all flame! God, who has placed Himself within our hearts
to
blossom there; who hearkens to our prayers; who does not stand
aloof when we are His, but gives His presence absolutely! He who
revives us, magnifies us, and multiplies us in Himself; GOD! Minna, I
love thee because thou mayst be His! I love thee because if thou come
to Him thou wilt be mine."
"Lead me to Him," cried Minna, kneeling down; "take me by the hand; I
will not leave thee!"
"Lead us, Seraphita!" cried Wilfrid, coming to Minna's side with an
impetuous
movement. "Yes, thou hast given me a
thirst for Light, a
thirst for the Word. I am parched with the Love thou hast put into my