"Has He not said, 'Him that cometh to Me I will in nowise cast out.' Can we doubt His mercy? He who died for us."
"Since you have released me from the chain I begin to think that you may have been the answer to my cry. I cried unto the Lord to have mercy upon me."
"And He has heard your cry," said Heman.
[CHAPTER VIII.]
STRAYING FROM THE PATH.
Belthiah and Iddo passed the outskirts of the Land of Achshaph on their journey. Iddo looked curiously into the green glades of the land, and what she saw there fascinated her.
"Mother," she cried, "look at the flowers in those lanes, they are lovely. I have never seen such large ones; surely I may pluck some of them."
"You could not pick them without going out of your path, my child," said her mother, "see, your path only skirts the land. It is not the way the King has appointed you to tread."
Iddo still looked longingly at the flowers.