and frantz sees the hills , now golden with homes and buildings : glittering gold , and sparkles of precious stones , and bands of peopleangelic bands , floating above himfaces and faces , of joy and jubilation : all wafted to him upon a rosy odor he is floating with them , above the land which he sees as endless , within the gaze of uplifted faces which he sees as boundlesshe awakens , stilled in his heart , stilled in his mind , standing before a throne , from which this voice speaks , has been speaking .