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itants are clothed in robes of pure white, crowned with a diadem that glitters like the mid-day sun, and the music from their golden harps fills the land with the sweetest sounds of gladness and joy; I fancied I saw a large company of men, women, and children, travelling on a certain road, which they entered by a wicket gate. Upon asking who they were, and where they had come from, and where they were going, I was told that they were the children of men, that they were from the city of destruction, and were on their way to the heavenly Canaan. So I thought I would watch them,
