The Life of the Bee 



dwelt in, and kindled, the heart and the 

 reason whereinto these truths should 

 descend. Happy the eyes that need no 

 illusion to see that the spectacle is great! 

 It is illusion that teaches the others to 

 look, to admire, and rejoice. And look 

 as high as they will, they never can look 

 too high. Truth rises as they draw 

 nearer ; they draw nearer when they ad- 

 mire. And whatever the heights may be 

 whereon they rejoice, this rejoicing can 

 never take place in the void, or above 

 the unknown and eternal truth that rests 

 over all things like beauty in suspense. 



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Does this mean that we should attach 

 ourselves to falsehood, to an unreal and 

 factitious poetry, and find our gladness 

 therein for want of anything better? Or 

 that in the example before us — in itself 

 nothing, but we dwell on it because it 



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