The Land of Darkness: Along with Some Further Chapters in the Experiences of the Little PilgrimOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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The Land of Darkness: Along with Some Further Chapters in the Experiences of the Little Pilgrim
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Future life -- Fiction; Purgatory -- Fiction
But in the middle of this great song there came again another sound to
her ear--a sound which pierced through the music like lightning through
the sky, though it was but the cry of one distraught and fainting,--a
cry out of the depths not even seeking help, a cry of distress too
terrible to be borne. Though it was scarcely louder than a sigh, she
heard it through all the music, and turned and flew to the edge of the
precipice whence it came. And immediately the darkness seemed to move as
with a pulse, in a great throb, and something came through the wind with
a rush, as if part of the mountain had fallen--and lo! at her feet lay
one who had flung himself forward, his arms stretched out, his face to
the ground, as if he had seized and grasped in an agony the very soil.
He lay there, half in the light and half in the shadow, gripping the
rocks with his hands, burrowing into the cool herbage above and the
mountain flowers; clinging, catching hold, despairing, yet seizing
everything he could grasp--the tender grass, the rolling stones. The
little pilgrim flung herself down upon her knees by his side, and
grasped his arm to help, and cried aloud for aid; and the song of the
singer ceased, and there was silence for a moment, so that the breath of
the fugitive could be heard panting, and his strong struggle to drag
himself altogether out of that abyss of darkness below. She thought of
nothing, nor heard nor saw anything, but the strain of that last effort
which seemed to shake the very mountains; until suddenly there seemed to
rise all around the hum and murmur as of a great multitude, and looking
up, she saw every little hill and hollow, and the glorious plain beyond
as far as eye could see, crowded with countless throngs; and on the high
peaks above, in the full shining of the sun, came bands of angels, and
of those great beings who are more mighty than men. And the eyes of all
were fixed upon the man who lay as one dead upon the ground, and from
the lips of all came a low murmur of rapture and delight, that spread
like the hum of the bees, like the cooing of the doves, like the voice
of a mother over her child; and the same sound came to her own lips
unawares, and she murmured ‘welcome’ and ‘brother’ and ‘friend,’ not
knowing what she said; and looking to the others, whispered, ‘Hush! for
he is weak’--and all of them answered with tears, with ‘hush,’ and
‘welcome,’ and ‘friend,’ and ‘brother,’ and ‘beloved,’ and stood smiling
and weeping for joy. And presently there came softly into the blessed
air the ringing of the great silver bells, which sound only for victory
and great happiness and gain. And there was joy in heaven,--and every
world was stirred. And throughout the firmament, and among all the lords
and princes of life, it was known that the impossible had become true,
and the name of the Lord had proved enough, and love had conquered even
despair.
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