text:  If for a moment I and so many others wallowing in the dust of affliction could yet rise up suddenly like the dry corpse[12] which stood upright in the glory of life when touched by the bones of the prophet; if in those vast choral anthems heard by my childish ear the voice of God wrapt itself as in a cloud of music saying--"Child that sorrowest I command thee to rise up and ascend for a season into my heaven of heavens"--then it was plain that despair that the anguish of darkness was not _essential_ to such sorrow but might come and go even as light comes and goes upon our troubled earth