“let there be light!” the omnific word had spoken, and light was. over the newly-created world the pure element rushed from the spiritual courts of the high empyrean, where it had reigned from everlasting. in its subtle essence, its ethereal exhalations, fit only for the atmosphere of those angelic spirits, who, at the word of the highest, took their appointed stations in the new-formed world. radiance too glorious, too resplendent for mortal view, filled the illimitable space, uniting earth with heaven as by a cloud of glory. where had been chaos, circled with shapeless darkness, now revolved, in its vast flood of irradiating lustre, the new work of the eternal. thousands of radiant spirits floated to and fro on the refulgent flood. the dazzling iris of their wings, the music of their movements, filling space with beauty and with sound; while up from the lowest heaven to the high empyrean—from the young seraph to the mighty spirits nighest the invisible throne, whose resplendent presence dazzled even the purified orbs of their angelic brethren—up, through every heaven and every rank, sounded the glad hallelujahs of love and praise.

at every word of the highest, creation sprung. darkness, borne back by the mighty torrent of effulgent light, would have passed annihilated from the face of the new-born world, but, shielded by angelic ministers, it lingered, in its new-appointed sphere, to do its destined bidding. a firmament of sapphire, stretched between the waters and the waters, veiling the glory of the spiritual heavens from the grosser earth. land rose from the liquid deep. the rolling waters rushed impetuously to their destined boundaries, held there by the omnific will. and over the land the creating word went forth; and, at once, the mountains raised their stupendous forms, crowned with imperishable verdure; the valleys, and woods, and glens rose and sunk in their appointed rest; and flowers, and trees, and streams, and thousand other charms of sight, and sound, and sense, burst forth into perfected being. myriads of angels hovered round, visible then in their beauty; but now heard only in the sweet breath of the gentle flowers; in the varied sounds of the forest trees as the wind floats by; in the summer breeze, or the wintry storm; in the musical gush of the silvery rill; aye, and in the deep hush and calm of the evening hour, when nature herself, as conscious of their ministering presence, sinks into deep and spiritual repose.

but not for the abode of angelic spirits was this lovely world. a new creation was to raise the voice of love and adoration! and for such, the spiritual light enveloping the infant globe was too ethereal, too resplendent. nought but the purified orbs of the angelic and archangelic hosts could gaze on its refined effulgence; and therefore, from the council of the eternal went forth the decree:—

“let there be two great lights to rule the earth, the one by day, and the one by night, and they shall rule times and seasons.” and as he spake it was. instantaneously the minute particles of the ethereal essence formed into an orb of splendour, fraught with such power and glory, that the lustrous flood rushed back into the heavenly fount—earth needing it no more;—circled by a diadem of many-coloured light, extending in resplendent rays over the new-born world, infusing its golden glory over the azure heavens; clouds, dyed with the brilliant tints of amethyst, and rose, and ruby, formed before him and faded into glory as he passed. earth, through her ministering spirits of mount, and wood, and stream, and flower, sent up her thrilling song of thanksgiving, echoed and re-echoed by the myriads and myriads of angels peopling the spiritual courts. heaven and earth rejoiced. increased and dazzling beauty enveloped the new creation. luscious fragrance issued from the flowers; their petals, adorned by their guardian seraphs, expanded to the glorious orb, and shone in his rays like gems. the spirit of day, selected from the highest and purest order of angels, to renew and tend the beauteous work, ascended his throne in the burning centre, whence the effulgent rays emanate on earth, but on which no mortal eye can look; and proudly and rejoicingly as a bridegroom coming forth from his chamber, as a youthful hero from his victorious career, he guided the glorious luminary on its resplendent course, joining his voice to the hallelujahs pealing around.

and in varied but equal beauty rose the second light; but its guardian spirit, selected from the same pure and exalted ranks, looked on the effulgence of the orb of day, and beheld his brother spirit circled by glory more dazzling than his own. his invisible throne was within the silver radiance of his orb. light, ethereal and pure as the heavenly essence of which both sun and moon had been formed, enriched him; less glittering but equally resplendent. but a deep shadow stole over the exquisite colouring of the spirit’s wings. his voice of music refused to join the pealing hallelujahs.

“wherefore?” he exclaimed; and the troubled accents sounded through space, strangely and darkly falling on the full tide of song. “wherefore do two monarchs occupy one throne? wherefore to me is given less than to my brother? i have loved, i have served as faithfully as he. why, then, should i be second, and he the first? earth rejoices when he comes. heaven greets him with songs of love. what need is there for me, unless to me the same is given?”

the hallelujahs ceased. a sudden silence, awful in its profoundness, sunk on the rejoicing myriads. the pure founts of ever-living light became obscured. thunder rolled over the illimitable expanse. the superb radiance of the effulgent moon vanished, and, spreading far into the empyrean, became the glorious host of stars, each with its attendant spirit as it formed. darkness clothed the complaining angel; the beautiful luminary given to his charge, seemed quivering and fading into space; while, still strong and rejoicing, the orb of day held on his victorious career.

prostrate and convulsed with remorseful anguish, the spirit sunk before the celestial hosts. he who had been of that favoured class to whom the ways as well as the works of the highest were revealed, had fallen lower in intellect and love than the youthful seraph, whose task was only to worship and adore. where could he hide himself from their searching orbs? where fly from the flashing light that, as the thunder rolled, played round him, marking him disgraced and criminal? but him whom he had offended, he loved, as only angels love. and so he welcomed that remorseful agony, and prayed, “have mercy, father of all beings! my father, have mercy on me!” and out of that awful stillness issued a thrilling strain of gushing music—low, soft, spiritual—the murmured prayer, from countless myriads, for pardon for an erring brother. the dimness fled from the founts of light. the thunder ceased; the scorching lightnings blazed no longer. a mild effulgence circled the sorrowing spirit as he lay, burying his refulgent brow in the darkened iris of his wings.

from the invisible throne of the highest, the mightiest, the best beloved, most favoured messenger of the eternal, the spirit of love, winged his downward flight, and on the instant, space became irradiated. new lustre spread over the vast courts of heaven; the richest harmonies attended every movement of his wings. angels and archangels, seraphs and ministers, pressed forwards as he passed, to bask in the wondrous beauty of his lustrous face, and raise anew the irrepressible burst of song.

“spirit of night, arise!” he said, and the repentant angel lifted up his brow once more in returning hope, so thrillingly that voice of liquid music fell; “arise, and list the irrevocable decree of the eternal! because thou hast envied the resplendence of the spirit of day, the radiance of thine orb will henceforth be borrowed from his lustre; and when yonder earth passes thee thou wilt stand, as now thou dost, deprived of thy glory, and eclipsed, either wholly or in part. thou hast dared arraign the wisdom and the goodness of the highest; and though he pardons, yet must he chastise, lest others sin yet more. yet weep not, repentant brother! thy repining is forgiven, and thou too shalt reign a monarch in thy radiance! queen of the lovely night will thine orb be hailed; the tears of thy repentance shall be a reviving balm to all that languish; imparting consolation to the mourner, rest to the weary, soothing to the careworn, strength to the exhausted. peace shall be thy whisper, and in thy kingdom of stillness and repose, breathe thrillingly the promise of heaven, and its rest. go forth, then, on thy mild and vivifying career. the orb of day will do his work, and be hailed with rejoicing mirth; but many a one shall turn to thee from him, and in the radiance of thy tears find consolation.”

he spake: and behold! the pale but lovely lustre in which the orb of night still shines flowed round her. the spirit of night resumed his silvery throne, and in the profound submissiveness of most perfect love entered upon his silent and beautiful career, circled by the glittering radiance of the attendant stars. soon was revealed the benignant mercy of his sentence. even ere sin darkened the lovely earth, his beauteous orb was hailed by all creation with rejoicing; and when man fell, when labour and weariness, sickness and woe, obtained dominion, how soothing the consolation whispered by the spirit of night! weeping oft at the remembrance of his own fault, the spirit commiserates the tears of others. floating over the earth, invisible, save through the exquisite beauty of his orb, and the thrilling thoughts of heaven and immortality awakening in the soul, which, formed of kindred essence, becomes thus conscious of his presence, the spirit sends his soft rays, formed from the liquid lustre of his tears, on all who need his pity and repose. by the couch of the sufferer—the side of the sorrowing—by the kneeling penitent—by the wakeful mourner—by the careworn and the weary—to the hut of the beggar as the palace of the king—he sends pity, and peace, and consolation. nor does he sympathise with sorrow alone: the joy which, in the sunshine and midst the turmoil of the world, has agitated the soul even to pain, he softens into such deep calm, as to whisper of that heaven whence alone the full bliss comes. love, shrinking from the garish day, finds in his presence eloquence and voice. the poet, oppressed and suffering in the rich blaze of day, at night pours out his full soul in stirring words; for, conscious of a spirit’s presence, the pressure of infinity is then less painful to be borne. the artist, does he dream of giving life to the vacant canvas, the senseless marble, or voice and sound to the rich harmonics for ever breathing in his ear—labours in toil, often in despondency, during the day, for earth only is present then; but when alone with his own soul and the holy night; when the spirit, visible either through his silvery tears, or in the rich beauty of his starry zone, penetrates his whole being with his heavenly presence, then life is strong once more! the dream of immortality on earth, even as in heaven, dashes down all earthly fears. the spark of the deity in every soul is rekindled by the touch of its kindred essence, and hope, and truth, and beauty start into enduring glory beneath the vivifying flash.

beautiful spirit! such hast been, and is, and will still be thy task. over the earth thou floatest, and man, be he in gloom or gladness, aspiring or desponding, hails thee with rejoicing; and even as the pale flowers drooping beneath the noontide heat, and the parched and languishing earth, so does he turn to thee for coolness and repose. beautiful spirit! thou hast sinned and been forgiven—therefore we rest on thee!