. The bird . U-, «> burning hand of God escapes continuously that vast fan of astound-ing diversity, where everything shines, where everj^thing sings, whereeverything floods me with harmony and light. Dazzled, I lower myeyes. Melodious sparks of celestial fire, whither do ye not attain ?For ye exists nor height nor distance ; the heaven, the abyss, it isall one. What cloud, what watery deep is inaccessible to ye ? Earth,in all its vast circuit, great as it is with its mountains, its seas, andits valleys, is wholly yours. I hear ye under the Equator, ardent asthe arrows of the sun. I hear ye
. The bird . U-, «> burning hand of God escapes continuously that vast fan of astound-ing diversity, where everything shines, where everj^thing sings, whereeverything floods me with harmony and light. Dazzled, I lower myeyes. Melodious sparks of celestial fire, whither do ye not attain ?For ye exists nor height nor distance ; the heaven, the abyss, it isall one. What cloud, what watery deep is inaccessible to ye ? Earth,in all its vast circuit, great as it is with its mountains, its seas, andits valleys, is wholly yours. I hear ye under the Equator, ardent asthe arrows of the sun. I hear ye at the Pole, in the eternal lifelesssilence, where the last tuft of moss has faded; the very bear seesye afar, and slinks away growling. Ye, ye still remain ; ye live, yelove, ye bear witness to God, ye reanimate death. In those terrestrialdeserts your touching loves invest with an atmosphere of innocencewhat man has designated the barbarism of rn m ?Bi^-mmfK bibbs.
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