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I gazed upon the twilight, the inscrutable silence, like a God fearing discoverer upon a new and vast sea bursting upon him through forest glooms, and in the fervor of whose impassioned gaze, a millenial and poetic world arises, and man need no longer die to be happy. I GAZED UPON THE TWILIGHT THE INSCRUTABLE SILENCE LIKE A GOD FEARING DISCOVERER UPON A NEW AND VAST SEA BURSTING UPON HIM THROUGH FOREST GLOOMS AND IN THE FERVOR OF WHOSE IMPASSIONED GAZE A MILLENNEAL AND POETIC WORLD ARISES AND MAN NEED NO LONGER DIE TO BE HAPPY
tal men sigh; yet, in the tropical solitudes of Brazil, how many a camelia bud drops from the bush that no eye has ever seen, which, had it flowered and been noticed, would have gilded all hearts with its memory. "When I stole these furtive glances at my grandmother, half fearing that they were wrong, I saw only a calm lake, whose shores were low, and over which the sun hung unbroken, so that the least star was clearly reflected. It had an atmosphere of solemn twilight tranquillity, and so completely did its unruffled surface blend with the cloudless, star-studded sky, that, when I looked through my spectacles at my grandmother, the vision seemed to me all heaven and stars. "Yet, as I gazed and gazed, I felt what stately cities might well have been built upon those shores, and have flashed prosperity over the calm, like coruscations of pearls. I dreamed of gorgeous fleets, silken-sailed, and blown by perfumed winds, drifting over those depthless waters and through those spacious skies. WHOSE LEAST AND WITHERED PETAL MEN SIGH YET IN THE TROPICAL SOLITUDES OF BRAZIL HOW MANY A CAMELLIA BUD DROPS FROM THE BUSH THAT NO EYE HAS EVER SEEN WHICH HAD IT FLOWERED AND BEEN NOTICED WOULD HAVE GILDED ALL HEARTS WITH ITS MEMORY WHEN I STOLE THESE FURTIVE GLANCES AT MY GRANDMOTHER HALF FEARING THAT THEY WERE WRONG I SAW ONLY A CALM LAKE WHOSE SHORES WERE LOW AND OVER WHICH THE SUN HUNG UNBROKEN SO THAT THE LEAST STAR WAS CLEARLY REFLECTED IT HAD AN ATMOSPHERE OF SOLEMN TWILIGHT TRANQUILLITY AND SO COMPLETELY DID ITS UNRUFFLED SURFACE BLEND WITH THE CLOUDLESS STAR STUDDED SKY THAT WHEN I LOOKED THROUGH MY SPECTACLES AT MY GRANDMOTHER THE VISION SEEMED TO ME ALL HEAVEN AND STARS YET AS I GAZED AND GAZED I FELT WHAT STATELY CITIES MIGHT WELL HAVE BEEN BUILT UPON THOSE SHORES AND HAVE FLASHED PROSPERITY OVER THE CALM LIKE CORUSCATIONS OF PEARLS I DREAMED OF GORGEOUS FLEETS SILK AND SAILED AND BLOWN BY PERFUMED WINDS DRIFTING OVER THOSE DEPTHLESS WATERS AND THROUGH THOSE SPACIOUS SKIES
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