Excerpt from Idylls of the Field Suddenly, as swift as thought, along the jagged edge of yonder purple cloud there flashes out a thin line of gold. Over it hovers a soft ethereal fan of light like the herald angel of the dawn. Broader grows the fringe of gold, swiftly running left and right along the cloudy heights, and reddening as it goes. Tiny Cloud lets, unseen before, are touched with glowing fire, and float like attendant Spirits clad in burnished gold. It is the gold of Paradise. N o ore of earthly mine ever shone with lustre a hundredth part so fair. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.