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between them and it are waste raging waters, foul mud banks, thick with dragons and syrens; and many a bitter day and blinding night, in cold and hunger, spiritual, and perhaps physical, await them. For it was a true vision which John Bunyan saw, and one which, as the visions of wise men are wont to do, meant far more than the seer fancied, when he beheld in his dream that there was indeed a Land of Beulah, and Arcadian Shepherd Paradise, on whose mountain-tops the everlasting sunshine lay; but that the way to it, as these last three years are preaching to us, went past the mouth of Hell, and through the Valley of the Shadow of Death.
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