thirty immortal plays he must still feel that 

 what was deepest in him is unuttered. 

 There is that below all expression of life 

 which remains forever unspoken and un- 

 speakable ; it is ours, but we cannot share 

 it with others ; we drop our plummets into 

 its depths in vain. It is deeper than our 

 thought, and it is only at rare moments, 

 when we surrender ourselves to ourselves, 

 that the sense of what it contains and 

 means fills us with a sudden and overpower- 

 ing consciousness of immortality. Out of 

 this deeper life all great thoughts rise into 

 consciousness, losing much by imprison- 

 ment in any form of speech, but still bring- 

 ing with them indubitable evidence of their 

 more than royal birth. From time to time, 

 like the elder race of prophets, they enter 

 into our speech and renew the fading sense 

 of the divinity of life, and so, through in- 

 dividual souls, the deeper truths are retold 

 from generation to generation. 



As one meditates in this evening hour, 

 the darkness has gathered over the world 

 and folded it out of sight. The few faint 

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