1His converse with the watchers and workers in the valley closes, and he makes his way into the streets of a
3city made with hands.
Pausing at the threshold of a palatial dwelling, he knocks and waits. The door is shut. He hears the
6sounds of festivity and mirth; youth, manhood, and age gayly tread the gorgeously tapestried parlors, dancing- halls, and banquet-rooms. But a little while, and the
9music is dull, the wine is unsipped, the footfalls abate, the laughter ceases. Then from the window of this dwel- ling a face looks out, anxiously surveying him who waiteth
12at the door.
Within this mortal mansion are adulterers, fornicators, idolaters; drunkenness, witchcraft, variance, envy, emu-
15lation, hatred, wrath, murder. Appetites and passions have so dimmed their sight that he alone who looks from that dwelling, through the clearer pane of his own heart
18tired of sin, can see the Stranger.
Startled beyond measure at beholding him, this mortal inmate withdraws; but growing more and more troubled,
21he seeks to leave the odious company and the cruel walls, and to find the Stranger. Stealing cautiously away from his comrades, he departs; then turns back, — he is afraid
24to go on and to meet the Stranger. So he returns to the house, only to find the lights all wasted and the music fled. Finding no happiness within, he rushes again
27into the lonely streets, seeking peace but finding none. Naked, hungry, athirst, this time he struggles on, and at length reaches the pleasant path of the valley at the
30foot of the mountain, whence he may hopefully look for the reappearance of the Stranger, and receive his heavenly guidance.
1The Stranger enters a massive carved stone mansion, and saith unto the dwellers therein, "Blessed are the
3poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven." But they understand not his saying.
These are believers of different sects, and of no sect;
6some, so-called Christian Scientists in sheep's clothing; and all "drunken without wine." They have small con- ceptions of spiritual riches, few cravings for the immortal,
9but are puffed up with the applause of the world: they have plenty of pelf, and fear not to fall upon the Stranger, seize his pearls, throw them away, and afterwards try to