I feel the will to roam, to learn By test, experience, nous, That fire is hot and ocean deep, And wolves carnivorous.

A God’s name.

Suddenly before them shone a throneroom of sparkling diamond, emerald, and transparent gold that overlooked a gleaming, golden altar fuming with smoke. Before it burned four flames that moved back and forth, then the vision vanished.

This period had long since passed; the discursive reading, the enlightened discourse of her grandfather, had cast her mind in a different mould to the usual superstition of her country; but faith and love were only more pure and perfect in a soul too innocent not to be religious.