He began to gaze upon with a look of ecstasy, in which the expression of goodness and tenderness went almost to the verge of insanity. This was the second vision he had seen: the dawn of virtue on his horizon and the evoked dawn of love. Then the old convict would smile with the pensive smile of angels as the hymm came forth from the darkness, a bewildering mingling of prayer and harmony in the obscure and fearful silence. While these voices were singing, he no longer saw the night, he saw a blue sky He seemed to feel the spreading of these wings which we all have within us...As the most sublime things are oft the least comprehended. Perhaps it lasted a long time. Hours of ecstasy are never more than a moment.
...and he seemed to feel the spreading of these wings which we all have within us...