But for this "master light of all our seeing," how
small a circle of light would lie about our feet, how vast a darkness
would engulf the world!
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O wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has such people in 't!
We had never thought of the island in the old days save as lashed by
tempests; but now the suns rose and set, dawn wore its shining veil and
night its crest of stars and not a cloud darkened the sky; we seemed to
be in the heart of a vast and changeless calm. There was no monotony
in the unbroken succession of the days, but the changes were wrought by
light, not by darkness. The singing of the sea, never rising into
those shrill upper notes which bode disaster, nor sinking into the deep
lower tones through which the awful thunder of the elements breaks,
came to us as out of the depths of an infinite repose. The youth of an
untroubled world was in it. The joy of effortless activities breathed
through it. We felt that we were once more in the morning of the
world's day, and hope gave the keynote to all our thought. Life is
divided between hope and memory; when memory holds the chief place, the
shadows are lengthening and the day declining.
It was one of the pleasures of the island that we were alone upon it.
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