George MacDonald sermon

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Was such his condition now that the greatest gladness of the universe could express itself only in a loud cry? ... And the mighty story ends with a cry. ... Take me, soothe me, refresh me, make me over again. ... Thou wilt know every shade of my suffering. ... when the storm of the world died away behind his retiring spirit, and he entered the regions where there is only life, and therefore all that is not music is silence, (for all noise comes of the conflict of Life and Death)...