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64 pages, Paperback
Published August 16, 2022
‘beyond our soul’s ken, there is an empty space, and our hopes and fears, in gentle gales or terrific whirlwinds, occupy the vacuum.’
I walked through the rooms, filled with sensations of the most poignant grief. He had been there; his living frame had been caged by those walls, his breath had mingled with that atmosphere, his step had been on these stones, I thought:--the earth is a tomb, the gaudy sky a vault, we but walking corpses. The wind rising in the east, rushed through the open casements, making them shake:--methought I heard, I felt--I know not what--but I trembled. To have seen him but for a moment, I would have knelt until the stones had been worn by the impress, so I told myself, and so I knew a moment after; but then I trembled, awe-struck and fearful. Wherefore? There is something beyond us of which we are ignorant. The sun drawing up the vaporous air, makes a void, and the wind rushes in to fill it; thus, beyond our soul's ken, there is an empty space, and our hopes and fears, in gentle gales or terrific whirlwinds, occupy the vacuum; and if it does no more, it bestows on the feeling heart a belief that influences do exist to watch and guard us, though they may be impalpable to the coarser faculties.