. In the forest of Arden. -^M^Ii> i^-:^c about the bird whose note thrilled theforest save the rapture of pouring outwithout measure or thought the joy-that was in me; I felt the vast irresis-tible movement of life rollings waveafter wave, out of the unseen seas be-yond, obliterating the faint divisions bywhich, in this working world, we countthe days of our toil, and making all theages one unbroken growth; I felt themeasureless calm, the sublime repose, ofthat uninterrupted expansion of formand beauty, from flower to star andfrom bird to cloud; I felt the mightyimpulse of that force which
. In the forest of Arden. -^M^Ii> i^-:^c about the bird whose note thrilled theforest save the rapture of pouring outwithout measure or thought the joy-that was in me; I felt the vast irresis-tible movement of life rollings waveafter wave, out of the unseen seas be-yond, obliterating the faint divisions bywhich, in this working world, we countthe days of our toil, and making all theages one unbroken growth; I felt themeasureless calm, the sublime repose, ofthat uninterrupted expansion of formand beauty, from flower to star andfrom bird to cloud; I felt the mightyimpulse of that force which lights thesun in its track and sets the starsto mark the boundaries of its repose, unlimited growth,inexhaustible life, measureless force, un-searchable beauty — who shall feel thesethings and not know that there are nowords for them! And yet in Ardenthey are part of every man^s life!. ?f . (: !i:^AiM
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