I am not surprised at side my  is only by living, as top story, t one comes to kno t rays, and t aterfly sometimes ventures among ttic,and t trious he dawn of day.

    tories are still deep in sleep, silence, and s, and song already reign.

    life is around me! See turning from s for ful urns to feeling and to motion; ion, and brings it to life again, as truck ty in t is a moment ofrest from every misery; ters into ts of t, alas! itis but a s respite! Everyts ed course:

    t s long strains, its deep gasps, itscollisions, and its cras in motion.

    tranquillity of t morning  of ourfirst years of life. too, tly, t, and tude, o be ties: atstarting, so readily made ed; and at tter disappointment or reality! ts or in precipices!  first, so muc at last?  to make it unfit for happiness?

    Must o ignorance if er all, to find rest only inan eternal childhood?

    imes ions! Solitude age or tinually searcotion to tion;  called to turn it tot s anotary inclination makes us return forever to knock at thesame doors!

    I interrupted my reflections to put my attic in order. I e t sempt for details or anunaptness for spiritual life. to arrange to live, is to establision of property and of use bet is to lay tion of ts  o tate. , in fact, is social organization but aseries of s, settled in accordance ions of ournature?

    I distrust botellect and ty of to able.

    surrounds us, reflects more or less t ill t around. If our tastes did not reveal ourcer, ta