But for all that it is a most agreeable one to follow hand-in-hand, winding as it does through the pleasant meadows of companionship.

The view is rather limited, it is true, and homelike--full of familiar things.

There stand the kine, knee-deep in grass; there runs the water; and there grows the corn.

Also you can stop if you like.

By-and-by it is different.
By-and-by, when the travellers tread the heights of passion, precipices will yawn and torrents rush, lightnings will fall and storms will blind; and who can know that they shall attain at last to that far-off peak, crowned with the glory of a perfect peace which men call Happiness?
There are those who say it never can be reached, and that the halo which rests upon its slopes is no earthly light, but rather, as it were, a promise and a beacon--a glow reflected whence we know not, and lying on this alien earth as the sun's light lies on the dead bosom of the moon.
Some declare, again, that they have climbed its topmost pinnacle and tasted of the fresh breath of heaven which sweeps around its heights--ay, and heard the quiring of immortal harps and the swan-like sigh of angels' wings; and then behold! a mist has fallen upon them, and they have wandered in it, and when it cleared they were on the mountain paths once more, and the peak was far away.