'How beautiful is the land of Beulah, far over the sea, beyond
the mountains! Thither the angels carry her, lying back in their
arms like one fainting. They shall kiss away the black circle of
death, and lay her down at the feet of the Lamb. I hear her
pleading there for those on earth who consented to her death. O
Lois! pray also for me, pray for me, miserable!'
When he uttered his cousin's name all their eyes turned towards
her. It was to her that his vision related! She stood among them,
amazed, awe-stricken, but not like one affrighted or dismayed. She
was the first to speak:
'Dear friends, do not think of me; his words may or may not be
true. I am in God's hands all the same, whether he have the gift of
prophecy or not. Besides, hear you not that I end where all would
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