Beneath the left sword lay the
statute book of England, and beneath the other, a big Bible. The sword
of the Spirit was fiery, and of immense length, and would kill further
away than the other would touch. I could see the other princes with like
arms defending their part of the church, but I deemed mine own queen
fairest of all, and her arms the brightest. At her right hand I observed
throngs clad in black--archbishops, bishops, and learned men upholding
with her the sword of the Spirit, while soldiers and officials, with a
few lawyers, supported the other sword. I was allowed to rest awhile, by
one of the magnificent doors where people came in to obtain membership in
the Universal Church, and whereat a tall angel was doorkeeper. The
interior of the church was lit up so brilliantly that Hypocrisy dared not
show her face therein, and though sometimes she appeared at the threshold
she never entered. Just as I saw, in the space of a quarter of an hour,
a Papist, who thought that the Catholic Church belonged to the Pope, came
and claimed its freedom. "What have you to prove your right?" demanded
the porter.
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