Thus the humble and self-abnegating Anselm, who had kept the commandments and loved his Maker, passed in glory to the Saints of Power.  The morn of the Eternal Present dawned upon him, and the sublime ‘vision in God’ was open before him.

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Then were the artists summoned before the Throne.  Awed yet enchanted, they bowed before their Maker, with raised hands clasped in gratitude for the happiness they had known on earth.  Then spoke Angelo, the musician: 

’Behold thy grateful children at thy feet, O Father of earth and heaven!  We truly repent of all we may have done amiss in Thy lower world.  Thy heritage was very fair, and the exceeding Beauty thereof covered the Evil, and in all things were planted the germs of Good.  ’Our prayer was in our work,’ and all things spake to us of Thee, for the hand of a Father made all.  Forgive us if we have loved life too well; we have always felt that the rhythmed pulse of our own hearts throbbed but in obedience to Thy tuneful laws!  Loving our fellow men, we have labored to awake them to a sense of Thy tenderness, O Creator of Love and of Beauty, so unsparingly casting the ever-new glories around them!  Father, we have loved Thee in thy glorious creation.

“For Thou lovest all things that are, and hatest none of the things that thou hast made, for thou didst not appoint or make anything hating it.  For He made the nations of the earth for health:  and there is no poison of destruction in them, nor kingdom of hell upon earth.

“For justice is perpetual and immortal.’

“We have looked upon the rainbow, and blessed Him that made it:  for it was very beautiful in its brightness.’

“For by the greatness of the Beauty, and of the creature, the Creator of them may be seen so as to be known thereby.’

“It is good to give praise to the Lord:  to show forth thy loving kindness in the morning, and thy truth in the night;

“Upon an instrument of ten strings, upon the psaltery, upon the harp with a solemn sound.

“For thou, Lord, hast made me glad through thy works, and in the works of thy hand I shall rejoice.’

’Have mercy upon us for the sake of the Redeemer, whose Perfection crowns the universe, who has not disdained to give Himself to us, and for us:  the chief among ten thousand, and altogether lovely.  Mercy for ourselves—­and for those whom we have left on earth, we beseech Thee!’

Gently smiled the Virgin Mother, whose humble heart had cradled the Everlasting Love!  ‘All generations shall call her blessed,’ for on that tender woman bosom rests that wondrous God-built arch spanning the awful Chaim between the sinful human and the Perfect Infinite!  ’For He was born of a Virgin.’

The heart of Anselm throbbed through his garments white and pure; he loved his brothers, and feared that human art would be deemed vain and worthless in heaven. For the saints forget that God himself is the Great Artist!