"THE STORY OF MY HEART." 297 



" I have only just commenced to realize the 

 immensity of thought which lies outside the 

 knowledge of the senses. Still, on the hills 

 and by the sea- shore, I seek and pray deeper 

 than ever. The sun burns southwards over 

 the sea and before the wave runs its shadow, 

 constantly slipping on the advancing slope 

 till it curls and covers its dark image at the 

 shore. Over the rim of the horizon waves 

 are flowing as high and wide as those that 

 break upon the beach. These that come to 

 me and beat the trembling shore are like the 

 thoughts that have been known so long ; like 

 the ancient, iterated, and reiterated thoughts 

 that have broken on the strand of mind for 

 thousands of years. Beyond and over the 

 horizon I feel that there are other waves of 

 ideas unknown to me, flowing as the stream 

 of ocean flows. Knowledge of facts is limit- 

 less, they lie at my feet innumerable like the 

 countless pebbles; knowledge of thought so 

 circumscribed ! Ever the same thoughts come 

 that have been written down centuries and 

 centuries. 



" Let me launch forth and sail over the rim 



