高山上的呼喊-go tell it on the mountain

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in　the　vehement　mockery　of　his　aunt；　it　had　rung；　so　oddly；　in　Roy’s　voice　thisafternoon；　and　when　Elisha　played　the　piano　it　was　there；　it　was　in　the　beat　and　jangle　of　SisterMcCandless’s　tambourine；　it　was　in　the　very　cadence　of　her　testimony；　and　invested　that　testimonywith　a　matchless；　unimpeachable　authority。　Yes；　he　had　heard　it　all　his　life；　but　it　was　only　nowthat　his　ears　were　open　to　this　sound　that　came　from　darkness；　that　could　only　e　from　darkness；that　yet　bore　such　sure　witness　to　the　glory　of　the　light。　And　now　in　this　moaning；　and　so　far　fromany　help；　he　heard　it　in　himself—it　rose　from　his　bleeding；　his　cracked　open　heart。　It　was　a　soundof　rage　and　weeping　which　filled　the　grave；　rage　and　weeping　from　time　set　free；　but　bound　now　iernity；　rage　that　had　no　language；　weeping　with　no　voice—which　yet　spoke　now；　to　John’sstartled　soul；　of　boundless　melancholy；　of　the　bitterest　patience；　and　the　longest　night；　of　thedeepest　water；　the　strongest　chains；　the　most　cruel　lash；　of　humility　most　wretched；　the　dungeonmost　absolute；　of　love’s　bed　defiled；　and　birth　dishonored；　and　most　bloody；　unspeakable；　suddendeath。　Yes；　the　darkness　hummed　with　murder：　the　body　in　the　water；　the　body　in　the　fire；　the　bodyon　the　tree。　John　looked　down　the　line　of　these　armies　of　darkness；　army　upon　army；　and　his　soulwhispered：　Who　are　these？　Who　are　they？　And　wondered：　Where　shall　I　go？

There　was　no　answer。　There　was　no　help　or　healing　in　the　grave；　no　answer　in　the　darkness；no　speech　from　all　that　pany。　They　looked　backward。　And　John　looked　back；　seeing　nodeliverance。

I；　John　saw　the　future；　way　up　in　the　middle　of　the　air。

Were　the　lash；　the　dungeon；　and　the　night　for　him？　And　the　sea　for　him？　And　the　grave　forhim？

I；　John　saw　a　number；　way　in　the　mid