text:  How magnificent then is that bright eminence seen above the cloud! How it seems rising upwards--how it seems borne aloft by those innumerable wings--by those enormous pinions which I see stretching from the cloudy mass! What an ascension have we here!--what a transfiguration! O Raphael! I will not disparage thy name nor thy art but thy angels bearing on their wings the brightening saint to Heaven--what are they to the picture here? Look! there--fairly in the sky--where we should see but the pure ether--above the clouds which themselves are sailing high in serenest air--yes there in the blue and giddy expanse stands the solid mountain glittering like a diamond