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i88 RHYS LEWIS.
" You know," he said presently, " tliat it is but few, even of
the professors, who can answer questions like those, clearly
and unequivocally ? "
" What am I to understand by 'unequivocally?'" she asked.
•'Don't try to hide your meaning in words which are beyond
me."
"Well," replied Bob, '-we'll put 'unequivocally' on one
side. I say again, it is but few even of the really religious who
are able to answer your questions clearly and without hesitation
or doubt. And I believe you hardly expect me to answer
them authoritatively. If I am able to do so after reaching
your age I shall be thankful. I do not want to conceal my
meaning from you, so I must confess it is in darkness I am,
up to now, and that I am but feeling the way. I can
honestly say I continue to grope, but spiritual truths appear to
escape me. I assure you that my soul's cry is—' Light, light,
more light!' At times I think I have it— from on high; but
it is only as a lightning flash, which leaves me in greater
darkness than before. At other times I get another kind of
light— from below; in following which I find myself among
the bogs and marshes, whereupon I become aware the light is
that of a corpse-candle. What am I to do ? I am not willing
to shut my eyes and sit, despairing, in the dark. If I did that
I should be like Satan, of whom Goronwy Owen says that he
' Loves lurking in the great abyss.'
I do not love the darkness ; I rub my eyes, stand a-tiptoe, and
crane my neck for some sign of morning. All I see, however,
is the night shaking out black sheets across the sideless
bed of truth. I had resolved not to say anything to you
about the state of my mind, for I knew it would pain you. I
am already sorry that I did not keep it all to myself; and yet
I could not, since you questioned me. I know you do not
understand me. To you who are ever living in the midst of
the light, my words seem mad; but I can assure you they are
the words of truth and soberness. I have gathered from your
talk, for some time, that you believe me to be careless with
respect to religious matters ; but the Omniscient knows that I
am not so. And yet the future is utterly dark to me. I am
" You know," he said presently, " tliat it is but few, even of
the professors, who can answer questions like those, clearly
and unequivocally ? "
" What am I to understand by 'unequivocally?'" she asked.
•'Don't try to hide your meaning in words which are beyond
me."
"Well," replied Bob, '-we'll put 'unequivocally' on one
side. I say again, it is but few even of the really religious who
are able to answer your questions clearly and without hesitation
or doubt. And I believe you hardly expect me to answer
them authoritatively. If I am able to do so after reaching
your age I shall be thankful. I do not want to conceal my
meaning from you, so I must confess it is in darkness I am,
up to now, and that I am but feeling the way. I can
honestly say I continue to grope, but spiritual truths appear to
escape me. I assure you that my soul's cry is—' Light, light,
more light!' At times I think I have it— from on high; but
it is only as a lightning flash, which leaves me in greater
darkness than before. At other times I get another kind of
light— from below; in following which I find myself among
the bogs and marshes, whereupon I become aware the light is
that of a corpse-candle. What am I to do ? I am not willing
to shut my eyes and sit, despairing, in the dark. If I did that
I should be like Satan, of whom Goronwy Owen says that he
' Loves lurking in the great abyss.'
I do not love the darkness ; I rub my eyes, stand a-tiptoe, and
crane my neck for some sign of morning. All I see, however,
is the night shaking out black sheets across the sideless
bed of truth. I had resolved not to say anything to you
about the state of my mind, for I knew it would pain you. I
am already sorry that I did not keep it all to myself; and yet
I could not, since you questioned me. I know you do not
understand me. To you who are ever living in the midst of
the light, my words seem mad; but I can assure you they are
the words of truth and soberness. I have gathered from your
talk, for some time, that you believe me to be careless with
respect to religious matters ; but the Omniscient knows that I
am not so. And yet the future is utterly dark to me. I am
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Early Gaelic Book Collections > Blair Collection > Rhys Lewis, minister of Bethel > (194) |
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Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/76374021 |
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Description | A selection of books from a collection of more than 500 titles, mostly on religious and literary topics. Also includes some material dealing with other Celtic languages and societies. Collection created towards the end of the 19th century by Lady Evelyn Stewart Murray. |
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Description | Selected items from five 'Special and Named Printed Collections'. Includes books in Gaelic and other Celtic languages, works about the Gaels, their languages, literature, culture and history. |
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