I
knew not what to say, but answered, with fear and shame: "I have
no weapons, not one; nor know I where any are to be found."
"The God whom thou servest will provide these," said he, "if thou
provest worthy of the trust committed to thee."
I looked again up into the cloudy veil that covered us and thought
I beheld golden weapons of every description let down in it, but
all with their points towards me. I kneeled, And was going to
stretch out my hand to take one, when my patron seized me, as I
thought, by the clothes, and dragged me away with as much ease
as I had been a lamb, saying, with a joyful and elevated voice:
"Come, my friend, let us depart: thou art dreaming--thou art
dreaming. Rouse up all the energies of thy exalted mind, for thou
art an highly favoured one; and doubt thou not that He whom
thou servest, will be ever at thy right and left hand, to direct and
assist thee."
These words, but particularly the vision I had seen, of the golden
weapons descending out of Heaven, inflamed my zeal to that
height that I was as one beside himself; which my parents
perceived that night, and made some motions towards confining
me to my room.
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