As my ears listened to the
thundering of cannon, clashing of swords, and shouts
and cries of the millions in mortal combat, I again heard the mysterious voice, saying: ÒSon of the
Republic, look and learn.Ó When the voice had ceased, the dark,
shadowy angel placed his trumpet once more
to his mouth, and blew a long, fearful
blast. Instantly a light, as of a
thousand suns, shone down from above me,
and pierced and broke into frag-ments the dark
cloud which enveloped America. At
the same moment, I saw the angel upon which
forehead still shone the word UNION, and
who bore our national flag in one hand, and a sword in the other, descend from heaven, attended by
legions of bright spirits. These immediately joined the
inhabitants of America, who I perceived
were well-nigh overcome, but who, immediately taking
courage again, closed up their broken ranks and renewed the battle.