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"
Onward
Amiel
!
"
said
the
great
sad
Voice
again
--
"
Onward
where
never
man
hath
trod
--
steer
on
to
the
world
's
end
!
"
The
crowd
of
weird
and
terrible
faces
grew
denser
--
the
flaming
and
darkening
of
wings
became
thicker
than
driving
storm-clouds
rent
by
lightning
--
wailing
cries
,
groans
and
dreary
sounds
of
sobbing
echoed
about
me
on
all
sides
,
...
again
the
shattering
ice
roared
like
an
earthquake
under
the
waters
,
...
and
,
unhindered
by
her
frozen
prison-walls
,
the
ship
moved
on
!
Dizzily
,
and
as
one
in
a
mad
dream
I
saw
the
great
glittering
bergs
rock
and
bend
forward
--
the
massive
ice-city
shook
to
its
foundations
,
...
glistening
pinnacles
dropped
and
vanished
,
...
towers
lurched
over
,
broke
and
plunged
into
the
sea
--
huge
mountains
of
ice
split
up
like
fine
glass
,
yawning
asunder
with
a
green
glare
in
the
moonlight
as
the
'
Flame
'
propelled
,
so
it
seemed
,
by
the
demon-wings
of
her
terrific
crew
,
cut
through
the
frozen
passage
with
the
sharpness
of
a
sword
and
the
swiftness
of
an
arrow
!
Whither
were
we
bound
?
I
dared
not
think
--
I
deemed
myself
dead
.
The
world
I
saw
was
not
the
world
I
knew
--
I
believed
I
was
in
some
spirit-land
beyond
the
grave
,
whose
secrets
I
should
presently
realize
perchance
too
well
!
On
--
on
we
went
--
I
keeping
my
strained
sight
fixed
for
the
most
part
on
the
supreme
Shape
that
always
confronted
me
--
that
Angel-Foe
whose
eyes
were
wild
with
an
eternity
of
sorrows
!
Face
to
face
with
such
an
Immortal
Despair
,
I
stood
confounded
and
slain
forever
in
my
own
regard
--
a
worthless
atom
,
meriting
naught
but
annihilation
.
The
wailing
cries
and
groans
had
ceased
--
and
we
sped
on
in
an
awful
silence
--
while
countless
tragedies
--
unnameable
histories
--
were
urged
upon
me
in
the
dumb
eloquence
of
the
dreary
faces
round
me
,
and
the
expressive
teaching
of
their
terrific
eyes
!
Soon
the
barriers
of
ice
were
passed
--
and
the
'
Flame
'
floated
out
beyond
them
into
a
warm
inland
sea
,
calm
as
a
lake
,
and
bright
as
silver
in
the
broad
radiance
of
the
moon
.
On
either
side
were
undulating
shores
,
rich
with
lofty
and
luxuriant
verdure
--
I
saw
the
distant
hazy
outline
of
dusky
purple
hills
--
I
heard
the
little
waves
plashing
against
hidden
rocks
,
and
murmuring
upon
the
sand
.
Delicious
odours
filled
the
air
;
--
a
gentle
breeze
blew
,
...
was
this
the
lost
Paradise
?
--
this
semi-tropic
zone
concealed
behind
a
continent
of
ice
and
snow
?
Suddenly
,
from
the
tops
of
the
dark
branching
trees
,
came
floating
the
sound
of
a
bird
's
singing
--
and
so
sweet
was
the
song
,
so
heart-whole
was
the
melody
,
that
my
aching
eyes
filled
with
tears
.
Beautiful
memories
rushed
upon
me
--
the
value
and
graciousness
of
life
--
life
on
the
kindly
sunlit
earth
--
seemed
very
dear
to
my
soul
!
Life
's
opportunities
--
its
joys
,
its
wonders
,
its
blessings
,
all
showered
down
upon
a
thankless
race
by
a
loving
Creator
--
these
appeared
to
me
all
at
once
as
marvellous
!
Oh
for
another
chance
of
such
life
!
--
to
redeem
the
past
--
to
gather
up
the
wasted
gems
of
lost
moments
--
to
live
as
a
man
should
live
,
in
accordance
with
the
will
of
God
,
and
in
brotherhood
with
his
fellow-men
!
...
The
unknown
bird
sang
on
in
a
cadence
like
that
of
a
mavis
in
spring
,
only
more
tunefully
--
surely
no
other
woodland
songster
ever
sang
half
so
well
!
And
as
its
dulcet
notes
dropped
roundly
one
by
one
upon
the
mystic
silence
,
I
saw
a
pale
Creature
move
out
from
amid
the
shadowing
of
black
and
scarlet
wings
--
a
white
woman-shape
,
clothed
in
her
own
long
hair
.
She
glided
to
the
vessel
's
edge
,
and
there
she
leaned
,
with
anguished
face
upturned
--
it
was
the
face
of
Sibyl
!
And
even
while
I
looked
upon
her
,
she
cast
herself
wildly
down
upon
the
deck
and
wept
!
My
soul
was
stirred
within
me
,
...
I
saw
in
very
truth
all
that
she
might
have
been
--
I
realized
what
an
angel
a
little
guiding
love
and
patience
might
have
made
her
,
...
and
at
last
I
pitied
her
!
I
never
pitied
her
before
!
And
now
many
familiar
faces
shone
upon
me
like
white
stars
in
a
mist
of
rain
--
all
faces
of
the
dead
--
all
marked
with
unquenchable
remorse
and
sorrow
.
One
figure
passed
before
me
drearily
,
in
fetters
glistening
with
a
weight
of
gold
--
I
knew
him
for
my
college-friend
of
olden
days
;
another
,
crouching
on
the
ground
in
fear
,
I
recognised
as
him
who
had
staked
his
last
possession
at
play
,
even
to
his
immortal
soul
--
I
even
saw
my
father
's
face
,
worn
and
aghast
with
grief
,
and
trembled
lest
the
sacred
beauty
of
Her
who
had
died
to
give
me
birth
,
should
find
a
place
among
these
direful
horrors
.
But
no
!
--
thank
God
I
never
saw
her
!
--
--
her
spirit
had
not
lost
its
way
to
Heaven
!
Again
my
eyes
reverted
to
the
Mover
of
this
mystic
scene
--
that
Fallen
Splendour
whose
majestic
shape
now
seemed
to
fill
both
earth
and
sky
.
A
fiery
glory
blazed
about
him
,
...
he
raised
his
hand
,
...
the
ship
stopped
--
and
the
dark
Steersman
rested
motionless
on
the
wheel
.
Round
us
the
moonlit
landscape
was
spread
like
a
glittering
dream
of
fairyland
--
and
still
the
unknown
bird
of
God
sang
on
with
such
entrancing
tenderness
as
must
have
soothed
hell
's
tortured
souls
.
"
Lo
,
here
we
pause
!
"
said
the
commanding
Voice
--
"
Here
,
where
the
distorted
shape
of
Man
hath
never
cast
a
shadow
!
--
here
--
where
the
arrogant
mind
of
Man
hath
never
conceived
a
sin
!
--
here
,
where
the
godless
greed
of
Man
hath
never
defaced
a
beauty
,
or
slain
a
woodland
thing
!
--
here
,
the
last
spot
on
earth
left
untainted
by
Man
's
presence
!
Here
is
the
world
's
end
!
--
when
this
land
is
found
,
and
these
shores
profaned
--
when
Mammon
plants
its
foot
upon
this
soil
--
then
dawns
the
Judgment-Day
!
But
,
until
then
,
...
here
,
where
only
God
doth
work
perfection
,
angels
may
look
down
undismayed
,
and
even
fiends
find
rest
!
"
A
solemn
sound
of
music
surged
upon
the
air
--
and
I
who
had
been
as
one
in
chains
,
bound
by
invisible
bonds
and
unable
to
stir
,
was
suddenly
liberated
.
Fully
conscious
of
freedom
I
still
faced
the
dark
gigantic
figure
of
my
Foe
--
for
his
luminous
eyes
were
now
upon
me
,
and
his
penetrating
voice
addressed
me
only
.
