A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my whole soul, like these sweet spring mornings that I enjoy with all my heart. I am alone, and I feel the charm of existence in this place, which was created for the happiness of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere quiet existence that I neglect my talents. He should be unable to draw a single stroke in the present moment; and yet I feel that I was never an older artist than now. When, as the beautiful valley swells with steam around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and only a few flashes steal in the inner sanctuary, I throw myself among the tall grass and stream while I I encounter near the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the hum of the small world among the stems and acquainted myself with the innumerable indescribable forms of insects and flies, presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image , and the encouragement of that universal love that sustains and sustains us, while floating around us in an eternity of bliss; and then, my friend, when darkness covers my eyes, and heaven and earth seem to dwell in my soul and absorb its power, as the form of a beloved beloved, then
Often I think with longing, Oh, could I describe these conceptions, could print on paper all that is living so full and warm within me, that could be the mirror of my soul, since my soul is the mirror of God infinite Oh my friend, but it is too much for my strength, I sink under the weight of the splendor of these visions A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my whole soul, like these sweet spring mornings that I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and I feel the charm of existence in this place, which was created for the happiness of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere quiet existence that I neglect my talents. He should be unable to draw a single stroke in the present moment; and yet I feel that I was never an older artist than now. When, as the beautiful valley swells with steam around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and only a few glimmers steal in the inner sanctuary, I throw myself into the tall grass and brook when I close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the hum of the little world among the stems and familiarize myself with the countless indescribable forms of insects and