On either side of the river was there a meadow curiously beautified with
lilies, and it was green all the year long. In this meadow they lay down
and slept, for here they might lie down and sleep safely. When they
awoke they gathered again of the fruits of the trees, and drank again of
the water of the river, and then lay down again to sleep. Thus they did
several days and nights. Now, could you have believed it that two such
men as our pilgrims were could be in the enjoyment of all that the first
half of the week, and then by their own doing should be in Giant
Despair's deepest dungeon before the end of the same week? And yet so it
was. And all that is written for the solemn warning of those who are at
any time in great enlargement and refreshment and joy in their spiritual
life. It is intended for all those who are at any time revelling in a
season of revival: those, for example, who are just come home from
Keswick or Dunblane, as well as for all those who at home have just made
the discovery of some great master of the spiritual life, and who are
almost beside themselves with their delight in their divine author.
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