Chapter XV

The Lamb is without blemish. Every spotless soul is a worthy bride for the Lamb. No strife or envy among the brides. None can have less bliss than another. Our death leads us to bliss. What St. John saw upon the Mount of Sion. About the Lamb he saw one hundred and forty thousand maidens. He heard a voice from heaven, like many floods. He heard the maiden sing a new song. So did the four beasts and the elders “so sad of cheer.” This assembly was like the Lamb, spotless and pure. The father replies to the maiden. He says he is but dust and ashes. He wishes to ask one question, whether the brides have their abode in castle-walls or in manor.