Over the sea he strode, and the floods lifted up their heads in
vain. The billows would gather and burst around and over them; but a
moment more, and the billows were beneath his feet, and on they were
going, safe and sure.
"Long time the journey endured; and the dream faded and again revived. It
was as if he had slept, and again awaked; for he lay in soft grass on a
mountain-side, and the form of a mighty man lay outstretched beside him,
who was weary with a great weariness.
"Below, the sea howled and beat against the base of the mountain; but it
was far below. Again the Lord arose, and lifted him up, and bore him
onwards. Up to the mountain-top they went, through the keen, cold air, and
over the fields of snow and ice. On the peak the Master paused and looked
down.
"In a vast amphitheatre below, was gathered a multitude that no man could
number. They crowded on all sides beyond the reach of the sight, rising up
the slopes of the surrounding mountains, till they could no longer be
distinguished; grouped and massed upon height above height; filling the
hollows, and plains, and platforms all about.
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