The Argosy . aps for years, weremember a thousand-DooRWAY OF San Francisco, Palma. and-one thoughts we have left unuttered, yet which can never be written. Or as when death overtakes one we have loved, and eye andhand and smile have for ever become unresponsive to ours, wewould give all the kingdoms of the world and the glory of them,half our own existence, to have them again for a moment with us, toclasp them close and fast, and tell them, as we never told them inlife, how many of our thoughts and hopes and heartbeats were comes the assurance that those who entered into our inner-
The Argosy . aps for years, weremember a thousand-DooRWAY OF San Francisco, Palma. and-one thoughts we have left unuttered, yet which can never be written. Or as when death overtakes one we have loved, and eye andhand and smile have for ever become unresponsive to ours, wewould give all the kingdoms of the world and the glory of them,half our own existence, to have them again for a moment with us, toclasp them close and fast, and tell them, as we never told them inlife, how many of our thoughts and hopes and heartbeats were comes the assurance that those who entered into our inner-most life, must also have known all we would have said, but for thatstrange something within us which keeps the lips closed when theheart is fullest. I often think of those lines of Dora Greenwells—almost her very best—and their consolation : Oft oer my soul will a sudden yearningBring back the days we are leaving behind,Bring me thy footstep, no longer returning,Bring me tby greeting, so gay and so 364 Letters from Majorca, How shall I bless thee ? No longer beside thee,I can but Ipve thee, and lose thee and pray ; Yet will God love thee, and keep thee, and guide thee—Thou knowest all that my heart would say ! It is ever thus. What we best conceive, we fail to more we think and feel and would say, the deeper the is wise and well, I suppose. To go through the world withour heart upon our sleeve would never do; yet we sometimes errin our reticence. Many a kindly word not spoken, many a kindlyglance not given, would come back to us with fourfold interestwhen the opportunity has passed away for ever and for ever. Weall of us live too much as if our present life were immortal, andwhat we do not to-day, or to-morrow, or next year, may be donein some far distant future. But I have learned that the future oflost opportunities has no existence. I say that I could write to you everlastingly about this Palma deMallorca. It seems to possess inexhaustibl
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