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refuge. Here my mind will become composed, my heart comforted, my thoughts clear, my blood will circulate once more; here I shall recover. Do you know. O river, that the longer I watch you the more distinctly do I see my own trouble mirrored in you; the longer I listen to your passionate weeping, the more loudly do I hear the pulsations of my own heart? Yes, you are the emblem of my life; just as you gnaw your stone fetters, so the harper gnawed his chains; just as you struggle within bonds arbitrarily imposed on you, so he struggled against barriers standing in the way of his liberty. But you are happier than he. You know whither so resistlessly you speed; the ocean is waiting for you, the sunny ocean, adorned with islands of coral and pearl, waiting to take you into its lulling arms. You will become a part of the vast azure sea, in which the vault of heaven will be reflected. And what will be my fate? Whither do I speed so passionately, so hurriedly? Dark and doubtful is my way. The current belief about this life and the