When thou commandest me to sing it seems that my heart would break with pride and look to thy face, and tears come to my eyes. All that is harsh and dissonant in my life melts into one sweet harmony – and my adoration spreads wings like a glad bird on its flight across the sea. My desires are many and my cry is pitiful, but ever didst thou save me by hard refusals, and this strong mercy has been wrought into my life, through and through. Closed Path I thought that my voyage had come to its end at the last limit of my power that the path before me was closed, that provisions were exhausted and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity. But I find that thy will know no end in me. And when old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth the heart, and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with wonders.
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