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And
if
that
mountain
rose
again
after
it
had
been
all
carried
away
,
and
if
the
bird
came
again
and
carried
it
all
away
again
grain
by
grain
,
and
if
it
so
rose
and
sank
as
many
times
as
there
are
stars
in
the
sky
,
atoms
in
the
air
,
drops
of
water
in
the
sea
,
leaves
on
the
trees
,
feathers
upon
birds
,
scales
upon
fish
,
hairs
upon
animals
,
at
the
end
of
all
those
innumerable
risings
and
sinkings
of
that
immeasurably
vast
mountain
not
one
single
instant
of
eternity
could
be
said
to
have
ended
;
even
then
,
at
the
end
of
such
a
period
,
after
that
eon
of
time
the
mere
thought
of
which
makes
our
very
brain
reel
dizzily
,
eternity
would
scarcely
have
begun
.
--
A
holy
saint
(
one
of
our
own
fathers
I
believe
it
was
)
was
once
vouchsafed
a
vision
of
hell
.
It
seemed
to
him
that
he
stood
in
the
midst
of
a
great
hall
,
dark
and
silent
save
for
the
ticking
of
a
great
clock
.
The
ticking
went
on
unceasingly
;
and
it
seemed
to
this
saint
that
the
sound
of
the
ticking
was
the
ceaseless
repetition
of
the
words
-
ever
,
never
;
ever
,
never
.
Ever
to
be
in
hell
,
never
to
be
in
heaven
;
ever
to
be
shut
off
from
the
presence
of
God
,
never
to
enjoy
the
beatific
vision
;
ever
to
be
eaten
with
flames
,
gnawed
by
vermin
,
goaded
with
burning
spikes
,
never
to
be
free
from
those
pains
;
ever
to
have
the
conscience
upbraid
one
,
the
memory
enrage
,
the
mind
filled
with
darkness
and
despair
,
never
to
escape
;
ever
to
curse
and
revile
the
foul
demons
who
gloat
fiendishly
over
the
misery
of
their
dupes
,
never
to
behold
the
shining
raiment
of
the
blessed
spirits
;
ever
to
cry
out
of
the
abyss
of
fire
to
God
for
an
instant
,
a
single
instant
,
of
respite
from
such
awful
agony
,
never
to
receive
,
even
for
an
instant
,
God
's
pardon
;
ever
to
suffer
,
never
to
enjoy
;
ever
to
be
damned
,
never
to
be
saved
;
ever
,
never
;
ever
,
never
.
O
,
what
a
dreadful
punishment
!
An
eternity
of
endless
agony
,
of
endless
bodily
and
spiritual
torment
,
without
one
ray
of
hope
,
without
one
moment
of
cessation
,
of
agony
limitless
in
intensity
,
of
torment
infinitely
varied
,
of
torture
that
sustains
eternally
that
which
it
eternally
devours
,
of
anguish
that
everlastingly
preys
upon
the
spirit
while
it
racks
the
flesh
,
an
eternity
,
every
instant
of
which
is
itself
an
eternity
of
woe
.
Such
is
the
terrible
punishment
decreed
for
those
who
die
in
mortal
sin
by
an
almighty
and
a
just
God
.
--
Yes
,
a
just
God
!
Men
,
reasoning
always
as
men
,
are
astonished
that
God
should
mete
out
an
everlasting
and
infinite
punishment
in
the
fires
of
hell
for
a
single
grievous
sin
.
They
reason
thus
because
,
blinded
by
the
gross
illusion
of
the
flesh
and
the
darkness
of
human
understanding
,
they
are
unable
to
comprehend
the
hideous
malice
of
mortal
sin
.
They
reason
thus
because
they
are
unable
to
comprehend
that
even
venial
sin
is
of
such
a
foul
and
hideous
nature
that
even
if
the
omnipotent
Creator
could
end
all
the
evil
and
misery
in
the
world
,
the
wars
,
the
diseases
,
the
robberies
,
the
crimes
,
the
deaths
,
the
murders
,
on
condition
that
he
allowed
a
single
venial
sin
to
pass
unpunished
,
a
single
venial
sin
,
a
lie
,
an
angry
look
,
a
moment
of
wilful
sloth
,
He
,
the
great
omnipotent
God
could
not
do
so
because
sin
,
be
it
in
thought
or
deed
,
is
a
transgression
of
His
law
and
God
would
not
be
God
if
He
did
not
punish
the
transgressor
.
--
A
sin
,
an
instant
of
rebellious
pride
of
the
intellect
,
made
Lucifer
and
a
third
part
of
the
cohort
of
angels
fall
from
their
glory
.
A
sin
,
an
instant
of
folly
and
weakness
,
drove
Adam
and
Eve
out
of
Eden
and
brought
death
and
suffering
into
the
world
.
To
retrieve
the
consequences
of
that
sin
the
Only
Begotten
Son
of
God
came
down
to
earth
,
lived
and
suffered
and
died
a
most
painful
death
,
hanging
for
three
hours
on
the
cross
.
--
O
,
my
dear
little
brethren
in
Christ
Jesus
,
will
we
then
offend
that
good
Redeemer
and
provoke
His
anger
?
Will
we
trample
again
upon
that
torn
and
mangled
corpse
?
Will
we
spit
upon
that
face
so
full
of
sorrow
and
love
?
Will
we
too
,
like
the
cruel
jews
and
the
brutal
soldiers
,
mock
that
gentle
and
compassionate
Saviour
Who
trod
alone
for
our
sake
the
awful
wine-press
of
sorrow
?
Every
word
of
sin
is
a
wound
in
His
tender
side
.
Every
sinful
act
is
a
thorn
piercing
His
head
.
Every
impure
thought
,
deliberately
yielded
to
,
is
a
keen
lance
transfixing
that
sacred
and
loving
heart
.
No
,
no
.
It
is
impossible
for
any
human
being
to
do
that
which
offends
so
deeply
the
divine
majesty
,
that
which
is
punished
by
an
eternity
of
agony
,
that
which
crucifies
again
the
Son
of
God
and
makes
a
mockery
of
Him
.
--
I
pray
to
God
that
my
poor
words
may
have
availed
today
to
confirm
in
holiness
those
who
are
in
a
state
of
grace
,
to
strengthen
the
wavering
,
to
lead
back
to
the
state
of
grace
the
poor
soul
that
has
strayed
if
any
such
be
among
you
.
I
pray
to
God
,
and
do
you
pray
with
me
,
that
we
may
repent
of
our
sins
.
I
will
ask
you
now
,
all
of
you
,
to
repeat
after
me
the
act
of
contrition
,
kneeling
here
in
this
humble
chapel
in
the
presence
of
God
.
He
is
there
in
the
tabernacle
burning
with
love
for
mankind
,
ready
to
comfort
the
afflicted
.
Be
not
afraid
.
No
matter
how
many
or
how
foul
the
sins
if
you
only
repent
of
them
they
will
be
forgiven
you
.
Let
no
worldly
shame
hold
you
back
.
God
is
still
the
merciful
Lord
who
wishes
not
the
eternal
death
of
the
sinner
but
rather
that
he
be
converted
and
live
.
--
He
calls
you
to
Him
.
You
are
His
.
He
made
you
out
of
nothing
.
He
loved
you
as
only
a
God
can
love
.
His
arms
are
open
to
receive
you
even
though
you
have
sinned
against
Him
.
Come
to
Him
,
poor
sinner
,
poor
vain
and
erring
sinner
.
Now
is
the
acceptable
time
.
Now
is
the
hour
.
