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Stormfield's Visit to Heaven
were millions of miles from here. When they heard the last signal, all they had to do was to wish, and here they are."
The prodigious choir struck up,—
We long to hear thy voice,
To see thee face to face.
It was noble music, but the uneducated chipped in and spoilt it, just as the congregations used to do on earth.
The head of the procession began to pass, now, and it was a wonderful sight. It swept along, thick and solid, five hundred thousand angels abreast, and every angel carrying a torch and singing—the whirring thunder of the wings made a body's head ache. You could follow the line of the procession back, and slanting upward into the
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