I know not whether these things rise in my brain, or enter it from without.

I do not seek them; they come, and I let them go.
Strange dim memories, which will not abide identification, often, through misty windows of the past, look out upon me in the broad daylight, but I never dream now.

It may be, notwithstanding, that, when most awake, I am only dreaming the more! But when I wake at last into that life which, as a mother her child, carries this life in its bosom, I shall know that I wake, and shall doubt no more.
I wait; asleep or awake, I wait.
Novalis says, "Our life is no dream, but it should and will perhaps become one." *Chapter 42: William Law.
**Chapter 45: Tin tin sonando con si dolce nota Che 'l ben disposto spirito d' amor turge.
DEL PARADISO, x.

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***Chapter 46: Oma' vedrai di si fatti uficiali.
Del Purgatorio, ii.

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