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Title: A tour through the Pyrenees
Year: 1875 (1870s)
Authors: Taine, Hippolyte, 1828-1893 Fiske, John Safford, 1838-1907, (from old catalog) tr Dore, Gustave, 1832-1883, (from old catalog) illus
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Publisher: New York, H. Holt and company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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heart feels everywhere, around and inside of things,an immense goodness, like a vague ocean of lightwhich penetrates and animates the world; to thisgoodness it intrusts and abandons itself like a childthat drops asleep at evening on its mothers knees.A hundred times a day divine things become pal-pable to it. The light streams through the morn-ing mist, chaste as the brow of the virgin ; the
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CASCADK OK CKKISKV, NI;AH ION P L) ESIAGNK. Chap. V. SAINT-SAVIN. 321 stars shine like celestial eyes, and yonder when thesun g-oes down the clouds kneel at the brink ofheaven, like a blazing choir of seraphim. The heathen were indeed blind in their thoughtsupon the grandeur of nature. What is our earth,but a narrow pass between two eternal worlds !Down there, beneath our feet, are the damned andtheir pains ; they howl in their caverns and theearth trembles ; without the sign of God, these wallswould to-morrow be swallowed up in their abyss ;they often come out thence by the bare precipices ;the passers-by hear their shouts of laughter in thecascades; behind those gnarled beeches, glimpseshave been caught of their grimacing countenances,their eyes of flame, and more than one herdsman,wandering at night towards their haunt, has beenfound in the morning with hair on end and twistedneck. But up there, in the azure, above the crystal,are the angels; many a time has the vault opened,and, i

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