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[And we only know they are pearls because we already have the same within ourselves—] And to think we need not stop to count them.

What is it, such a library? It is the homage of industrious dulness to the human soul. [Once there lived a man—he actually thought and felthe wrote even a single sentence of sense—he uttered a word from his heart. . hen all the nations said, “O if we may but attain to cave this divine spark from oblivion, let us erect even such

a labyrinthine monument as this.”]

Come, come away!

The single hair of Buddha encased in a dégoba-mountain of brick and mortar grows now, even such a hair, upon thy loved one’s head.

Come, come away! leave books, traditions, all the dross of centuries,

Clean, clean thy wings, and fly through other worlds.

Heaven’s stars shine all around thee ;

Deep in thy Heart the ageless celestial Museum

Waits its explorer. All that they said—those wise ones—

They say and repeat it now, where the plough-boy drives his furrow:

Be still, O Soul, and know that thou art God.