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the immensity utters its desire-prayer with all 

 the strength of the sea. Or, again, the full 

 stream of ocean beats upon the shore, and the 

 rich wind feeds the heart, the sun burns 

 brightly ; the sense of soul-life burns in me 

 like a torch. 



" Leaving the shore, I walk among the trees ; 

 a cloud passes, and the sweet short rain comes 

 mingled with sunbeams and flower-scented air. 

 The finches sing among the fresh green leaves 

 of the beeches. Beautiful it is, in summer 

 days, to see the wheat wave, and the long 

 grass foam-flecked of flower yield and return 

 to the wind. My soul of itself always desires ; 

 these are to it as fresh food. I have found in 

 the hills another valley grooved in prehistoric 

 times, where, climbing to the top of the hollow, 

 I can see the sea. Down in the hollow I look 

 up ; the sky stretches over, the sun burns as 

 it seems but just above the hill, and the wind 

 sweeps onward. As the sky extends beyond 

 the valley, so I know that there are ideas 

 beyond the valley of my thought; I know 

 that there is something infinitely higher than 

 Deity. The great sun burning in the sky, the 



