CHAPTER XIX
“ In still rest, in changeless simplicity, I bear,
uninterrupted, the consciousness of the whole of Humanity
within me.”—SCHLEIERMACHERS, Monologen.
“... such a sweetness, such a grace,
In all thy speech appear,
That what to th’eye a beauteous face,
That thy tongue is to the ear.”
—COWLEY.
The water was deep to the very edge; and I sprang from the little boat upon a soft grassy turf. The island seemed rich with a profusion of all grasses and low flowers. All delicate lowly things were most plentiful; but no trees rose skywards, not even a bush overtopped the tall grasses, except in one place near the cottage I am about to describe, where a few plants of the gum-cistus, which drops every night all the blossoms that the day brings forth, formed a kind of
