And when the darkness of night gathered around them,
the old lion answered for Daniel's pillow, the lioness lay at his feet,
and the young lions stretched themselves on either side, to keep him
warm; and soon the Prophet of Jehovah was fast asleep.
. . . . . . .
If ever a sleepless mortal, wearied with the tediousness of a painful
night, rejoiced to see the first glimmering dawn of the morn, King Darius
did, after that dark, dreary period of agony. No sooner was it fairly day
than the monarch ordered his chariot, and, with a number of his nobles,
he was once more on his way toward the den of lions. The royal chariot,
as it moved through the various thoroughfares, attracted the notice of
the inhabitants. Its destination was understood, and as there was some
faint hope in the minds of thousands that the God of Daniel would
miraculously interfere and save his servant, they had accordingly held
themselves in readiness to be early at the den.
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