I was tormented by the contrast between
My idea and my handiwork.
For this, I had deprived myself of rest and health.
But I kept holding on.
Not because the way was smooth
and placid as a southern sea,
But a blue like intuition,
Because at every new incident,
Your fortitude was to be called forth,
And your courage exhibited.
There are more things in heaven and in earth
Then are dreamt of in our philosophy
To give us the impression we exist;
Never allow passion or a transitory desire
Disturb his tranquility.
The picture of the mind revives again,
Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts,
That at this moment there is life.
In my own words,
I could tell any summer’s story tell.
I will pioneer a new way,
Explore unknown powers,
And unfold to the world
The deepest mysteries of creation,
A double existence.
We have been believers.