A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment. And yet I feel that I have never been a greater artist than now.
When, while the lovely valley teems with
vapor around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees. And but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary. I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth. A thousand unknown plants notice me: when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks. And grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of insects and flies. Then I feel the presence of the Almighty. Who formed us in his image, and the breath of that universal love that bears and sustains us. As it floats around us in an eternity of bliss.
I sink under the weight of the splendour of these visions!A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which
I sink under the weight of the splendor of these visions! A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend. So absorbed in the exquisite.
I throw myself down among the tall grass.
I cannot draw a single stroke now, yet I feel I have never been a greater artist. As vapor fills the valley and the midday sun strikes the dense foliage, I lie in the tall grass by the stream. Close to the earth, I notice countless unknown plants, hear the buzz of life among the stalks and become familiar with the tiny, indescribable forms of insects.
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Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by its place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.
The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so because there were thousands of bad Commas. Wild Question Marks, and devious Semikoli, but the little.
- Far far away, behind the word mountain
- When she reached the first hills
- A small river named Duden flows
- A small river named Duden flows by their plat.
- Far far away, behind the word mountain