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- the soul’s sad germ, wide wandered through these realms. And hence it
is, that when ye Mardians feel most sad, then ye feel most immortal.
“Like a spark new-struck from flint, soon Mardi showed afar. It glowed
within a sphere, which seemed, in space, a bubble, rising from vast
depths to the sea’s surface. Piercing it, my Mardian strength returned;
but the angel’s veins once more grew dim.
“Nearing the isles, thus breathed my guide:—‘Loved one, love on! But
know, that heaven hath no roof. To know all is to be all. Beatitude
there is none. And your only Mardian happiness is but exemption from
great woes—no more. Great Love is sad; and heaven is Love. Sadness
makes the silence throughout the realms of space; sadness is universal
and eternal; but sadness is tranquillity; tranquillity the uttermost
that souls may hope for.’
“Then, with its wings it fanned adieu; and disappeared where the sun
flames highest.”
We heard the dream and, silent, sought repose, to dream away our
wonder.
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