Passport to Adventure

A won­der­ful seren­i­ty has tak­en pos­ses­sion of my entire soul, like these sweet morn­ings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of exis­tence in this spot, which was cre­at­ed for the bliss of souls like mine.

I am so hap­py, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquis­ite sense of mere tran­quil exis­tence, that I neglect my tal­ents. I should be inca­pable of draw­ing a sin­gle stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I nev­er was a greater artist than now.

When, while the love­ly val­ley teems with vapour around me, and the merid­i­an sun strikes the upper sur­face of the impen­e­tra­ble foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanc­tu­ary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trick­ling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thou­sand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the lit­tle world among the stalks, and grow famil­iar with the count­less inde­scrib­able forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the pres­ence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath

A won­der­ful seren­i­ty has tak­en pos­ses­sion of my entire soul, like these sweet morn­ings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of exis­tence in this spot, which was cre­at­ed for the bliss of souls like mine.

I am so hap­py, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquis­ite sense of mere tran­quil exis­tence, that I neglect my tal­ents. I should be inca­pable of draw­ing a sin­gle stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I nev­er was a greater artist than now.

When, while the love­ly val­ley teems with vapour around me, and the merid­i­an sun strikes the upper sur­face of the impen­e­tra­ble foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanc­tu­ary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trick­ling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thou­sand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the lit­tle world among the stalks, and grow famil­iar with the count­less inde­scrib­able forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the pres­ence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath