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my imagination. The low shrub oak plateau to which the opposite
shore arose stretched away toward the prairies of the West and the
steppes of Tartary, affording ample room for all the roving families
of men. "There are none happy in the world but beings who enjoy
freely a vast horizon"- said Damodara, when his herds required new
and larger pastures.

Both place and time were changed, and I dwelt nearer to those parts
of the universe and to those eras in history which had most attracted
me. Where I lived was as far off as many a region viewed nightly by
astronomers. We are wont to imagine rare and delectable places in
some remote and more celestial corner of the system, behind the
constellation of Cassiopeia’s Chair, far from noise and disturbance. I
discovered that my house actually had its site in such a withdrawn,
but forever new and unprofaned, part of the universe. If it were
worth the while to settle in those parts near to the Pleiades or the
Hyades, to Aldebaran or Altair, then I was really there, or at an equal
remoteness from the life which I had left behind, dwindled and
twinkling with as fine a ray to my nearest neighbor, and to be seen
only in moonless nights by him. Such was that part of creation where
I had squatted;

"There was a shepherd that did live, And held his thoughts as high
As were the mounts whereon his flocks Did hourly feed him by."

What should we think of the shepherd’s life if his flocks always
wandered to higher pastures than his thoughts?

Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal
simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself. I have been
as sincere a worship-per of Aurora as the Greeks. I got up early and
bathed in the pond; that was a religious exercise, and one of the best
things which I did. They say that characters were engraven on the
bathing tub of King Tching-thang to this effect: "Renew thyself
completely each day; do it again, and again, and forever again." I can
understand that. Morning brings back the heroic ages. I was as much
affected by the faint burn of a mosquito making its invisible and
unimaginable tour through my apartment at earliest dawn, when I
was sitting with door and windows open, as I could be by any
trumpet that ever sang of fame. It was Homer’s requiem; itself an
Iliad and Odyssey in the air, singing its own wrath and wanderings.
There was something cosmical about it; a standing advertisement, till
forbidden, of the everlasting vigor and fertility of the world. The
morning, which is the most memorable season of the day, is the
awakening hour. Then there is least somnolence in us; and for an
hour, at least, some part of us awakes which slumbers all the rest of
the day and night. Little is to be expected of that day, if it can be
called a day, to which we are not awakened by our Genius, but by
the mechanical nudgings of some servitor, are not awakened by our
own newly acquired force and aspirations from within, accompanied
by the undulations of celestial music, instead of factory bells, and a
fragrance filling the air-to a higher life than we fell asleep from; and
thus the darkness bear its fruit, and prove itself to be good, no less
than the light. That man who does not believe that each day contains
an earlier, more sacred, and auroral hour than he has yet profaned,
has despaired of life, and is pursuing a descending and darkening
way. After a partial cessation of his sensuous life, the soul of man, or
its organs rather, are reinvigorated each day, and his Genius tries
again what noble life it can make. All memorable events, I should
say, transpire in morning time and in a morning atmosphere. The
Vedas say, "All intelligences awake with the morning." Poetry and
art, and the fairest and most memorable of the actions of men, date
from such an hour. All poets and heroes, like Memnon, are the
children of Aurora, and emit their music at sunrise. To him whose
elastic and vigorous thought keeps pace with the sun, the day is a
perpetual morning. It matters not what the clocks say or the attitudes
and labors of men. Morning is when I am awake and there is a dawn
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