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.