y shone round the place, and a voice cried
to him to hold his hand. That was a vision of the offering of Isaac. It
passed, and there came another vision.

Again she saw the sacred height of Moriah, and lo! a Temple stood upon
it, a splendid building, but not that which she knew, and in front of
this Temple the same black rock. On the rock, where once the lad had
been bound, was an altar, and before the altar a glorious man clad
in priestly robes, who offered sacrifice of lambs and oxen and in a
sonorous voice gave praise to Jehovah in the presence of a countless
host of people. This she knew was the vision of Solomon the King.

It passed, and lo! by this same black rock stood another man, pale and
eager-faced, with piercing eyes, who reproached the worshippers in the
Temple because of the wickedness of their hearts, and drove them from
before him with a scourge of cords. This she knew was a vision of Jesus,
the Son of Mary, that Messiah Whom she worshipped, for as He drove out
the people He prophesied the desolation that should fall upon them, and
as they fled they mocked Him.

The picture passed, and again she saw the black rock, but now it lay
beneath a gilded dome and light fell upon it through painted windows.
About it moved many priests whose worship was strange to her, and so
they seemed to move for ages. At length the doors of that dome were
burst open, and upon the priests rushed fair-faced, stately-looking men,
clad in white mail and bearing upon their shields and breastplates
the symbol of the Cross. They slaughtered the votaries of the strange
worship, and once more the rock was red with blood. Now they were gone
in turn and other priests moved beneath the dome, but the Cross had
vanished thence, and its pinnacles were crowned with crescents.

That vision passed, and there came another of dim, undistinguishable
hordes that tore down the crescents and slaughtered the ministers of the
strange faith, and gave the domed temple to the flames.

That vision passed, and once more the summit of Mount Moriah was as it
had been in the beginning: the wild olive and the wild fig flourished
among its desolate terraces, the wild boar roamed beneath their shade,
and there were none to hunt him. Only the sunlight and the moonlight
still beat upon the ancient Rock of Sacrifice.

That vision passed, and lo! around the rock, filling the Valley of
Jehoshaphat and the valleys beyond, and the Mount of Olives and the
mountains