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YOURS0114 the light


for it seemed to me as if then first i stood at a distance, and aloof from the uproar of life; as if the tumult, the fever and the strife, were suspended; a respite granted from the secret burthens of the heart; a sabbath of repose; a resting from human labours. here were the hopes which blossom in the paths of life, reconciled with the peace which is in the grave; motions of the intellect as unwearied as the heavens, yet for all anxieties a halycon calm: a tranquility that seemed no product of inertia, but as if resulting from mighty and equal antagonisms; infinite activities, infinite repose.





SY June 2009


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