He had received the Holy Communion that morning—his last Communion; the usual rites could not be attempted now. Before he relapsed into the last stage, they heard the words in his native tongue—
"Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu! ouvrez moi."
They were his last. The door was open and he had entered. Ah, who shall follow even in imagination, and trace his progress to the gates of day?
"Go wing thy flight from star to star,
From world to luminous world, as far
As the universe spreads its flaming hall:
Take all the pleasures of all the spheres,
And multiply each through endless years,
One moment of Heaven is worth them all."