the fruit of the vine 'new with you in my Father's kingdom'?
Therefore surely there must be a growing plant that produces the fruit
and a process directed by intelligence that turns it into wine. There
must be husbandmen or farmers. There must be mansions or abiding places,
also, for they are spoken of, and flowers and all things that are
beautiful and useful; a new earth indeed, but not one so different to
the old as to be utterly unfamiliar."

Anthony said no more of the matter at this time, but it must have
remained in his mind. At any rate, a month or two later when he woke up
one morning he said to Barbara:

"Will you laugh very much if I tell you of a dream that came to me last
night--if it was a dream, for I seemed to be still awake?"

"Why should I laugh at your dream?" she asked, kissing him. "I often
think that there is as much truth in dreams as in anything else. Tell it
to me."

"I dreamed that I saw a mighty landscape which I knew was not of the
earth. It came to me like a picture, and a great stillness brooded over
it. At the back of this landscape stood a towering cliff of stern rock
thousands of feet high. Set at intervals along the edge of the cliff
were golden figures, mighty and immovable. Whether they were living
guards or only statues I do not know, for I never came near to them.
Here and there, miles apart, streams from the lands beyond poured
over the edge of the cliff in huge cascades of foam that became raging
torrents when they reached its lowest slopes. One of these rivers fed
a lake which lay in a chasm on the slopes, and from either end of this
lake poured two rivers which seemed to me about twenty miles apart, as
we should judge. They ran through groves of cedars and large groups
of forest trees not unlike to enormous oaks and pines, and yet not the
same.

"One river, that to the right if I looked towards the lake, was very
broad, so broad that after it reached the plain and flowed slowly,
great ships could have sailed upon it. The other, that to the left, was
smaller and more rapid, but it also wandered away across the plain
till my sight could follow it no farther. I observed that the broad,
right-hand river evidently inundated its banks in seasons of flood, much
as the Nile does, and that all along those banks were fields filled with
rich crops, of what sort I do not know. The plain itself, which I take
it was a kind of delta, the gift of the great river, was limitless. It
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