and or more types
of affinity, each one differing from the others!

These relations are so highly refined and so gloriously developed that
one must not think of reducing them by comparison to the level of the
flesh life.

STRUCTURAL ASPECTS OF HEAVEN.

I would not attempt to describe the structural glory of Heaven, for I
know not where nor how to begin. Seemingly all things are transparent
even to the center of vast orbs. Magnificent cities apparently lie
suspended far under the indefinite surface of the orbs composing
Heaven, and free passage ways of phantastical design ramify throughout
all the glorious under-surface regions.

Architectural greatness here finds its unmatched examples. Seven-mile
diamond arches are common-places, and towers of two thousand miles in
height and one thousand miles in diameter, as the corner stone of a
city, are nothing unusual, although many cities are built on a smaller
plan. Nothing needs repairing, and nothing is mortgaged. The wealth of
unnumbered trillions is easily represented in one orb of Heaven's
empire.

I now saw a thousand-fold more clearly than ever before the absolute
folly of fixing our affections on the perishing things of the mortal
life in our dark and dusty world.

While my eyes were still feasting on the sublime picture before me I
began to realize that my privilege would be of short duration, as the
vision was fast waning. I looked intently until the last curtain fell,
and reluctantly I continued my journey toward my own little world. I now
felt that, if the whole Earth were my own property, I would gladly push
it all aside if I could be a mere door keeper in one of the heavenly
cities of my God.

And very often since that time I have cast my longing eyes skyward,
hoping to catch another glimpse of that fair scene.

How I long for that restful picture,
A vision of Heaven, once more;
With its trillion orbs of beauty,
And its wealth of endless store.

There are saints from unnumbered planets,
Where they lived in a million ways.
Now they mingle in perfect glory,
Through the length of eternal days.

There the poor are wealthy forever,
For the beggar sits down with the King.
The man who never knew music
Will vie with angels to sing.

Here the hopeful student, progressing,
After failing does often grieve;
But in Heaven each lesson is perfect,
No theory to blind or deceive.