With tranquility, the small goes and the great comes.
If delight may provoke men's labour, what greater delight is there than to behold the earth apparelled with plants?
We had strayed into some region where the frontiers of some unknown world lay close about us.
Some of these developed stone rows or processional walks that channelled the approach of both the dead and those wishing to commune with them.
I dreaded walking where there was no path And pressed with cautious tread the meadow swath.
Does it exist within the heart of a stone? Did I see it when I saw all things and then forget it?
We have to find the door, daddy.
To see a world in a grain of sand...
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