Hitherto and no further
could its power reach. It could kill the body. It could dash in pieces the
last little cock-boat to which the man clung, but thus it swept the man
beyond its own region into the second sea of stillness, which we call
death, out upon which the thoughts of those that are left behind can follow
him only in great longings, vague conjectures, and mighty faith. Then I
thought I could show them how, raving in fear, or lying still in calm
deceit, there lay about the life of man a far more fearful ocean than that
which threatened his body; for this would cast, could it but get a hold of
him, both body and soul into hell--the sea of evil, of vice, of sin, of
wrong-doing--they might call it by what name they pleased. This made war
against the very essence of life, against God who is the truth, against
love, against fairness, against fatherhood, motherhood, sisterhood,
brotherhood, manhood, womanhood, against tenderness and grace and beauty,
gathering into one pulp of festering death all that is noble, lovely,
worshipful in the human nature made so divine that the one fearless man,
the Lord Jesus Christ, shared it with us.
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