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in those days. The immense time lifted me 

 like a wave rolling under a boat; my mind 

 seemed to raise itself as the swell of the cycles 

 came ; it felt strong with the power of the 

 ages. With all that time and power I prayed: 

 that I might have in my soul the intellectual 

 part of it; the idea, the thought. Like a 

 shuttle the mind shot to and fro the past and 

 the present, in an instant. 



" Full to the brim of the wondrous past, I 

 felt the wondrous present. For the day the 

 very moment I breathed, that second of time 

 then in the valley, was as marvellous, as 

 grand, as all that had gone before. Now, 

 this moment, was the wonder and the 

 glory. Now, this moment, was exceedingly 

 wonderful. Now, this moment, give me all 

 the thought, all the idea, all the soul ex- 

 pressed in the cosmos around me. Give 

 me still more, for the interminable universe, 

 past and present, is but earth ; give me 

 the unknown soul, wholly apart from it, 

 the soul of which I know only that when I 

 touch the ground, when the sunlight touches 



