I’m alone, and really feel the allure of existence on this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine.

I must be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the moment second; and but I really feel that I by no means was a higher artist than now.

I’m so comfortable, my pricey good friend, so absorbed within the beautiful sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my abilities.

When, whereas the beautiful valley teems with vapour round me, and the meridian solar strikes the higher floor of the impenetrable foliage of my bushes, and however a couple of stray gleams steal into the inside sanctuary, I throw myself down among the many tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie near the earth, a thousand unknown crops are seen by me: once I hear the excitement of the little world among the many stalks, and develop conversant in the numerous indescribable types of the bugs and flies, then I really feel the presence of the Almighty, who shaped us in his personal picture, and the breath of that common love which bears and sustains us, because it floats round us in an eternity of bliss; after which, my good friend, when darkness overspreads my eyes, and heaven and earth appear to dwell in my soul and soak up its energy, just like the type of a beloved mistress, then I typically suppose with longing, Oh, would I might describe these conceptions, might impress upon paper all that’s residing so full and heat inside me, that it could be the mirror of my soul, as my soul is the mirror of the infinite God!

O my good friend — however it’s an excessive amount of for my power — I sink underneath the burden of the splendour of those visions! A beautiful serenity has taken possession of my total soul, like these candy mornings of spring which I take pleasure in with my entire coronary heart. I’m alone, and really feel the allure of existence on this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine.

I’m so comfortable, my pricey good friend, so absorbed within the beautiful sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my abilities. I must be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the moment second; and but I really feel that I by no means was a higher artist than now. When, whereas the beautiful valley teems with vapour round me, and the meridian solar strikes the higher floor of the impenetrable foliage of my bushes, and however a couple of stray gleams steal into the inside sanctuary, I throw myself down among the many tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie near the earth, a thousand unknown crops are seen by me: once I hear the excitement of the little world among the many stalks, and develop conversant in the numerous indescribable types of the bugs and