Sunday, July 9th [1843]
I know not what to say, and yet cannot be satisfied without marking with a word or two this anniversary. But life now swells and heaves beneath me like a brim-full ocean; and the endeavour to comprise any portion of it in words is like trying to dip up the ocean in a goblet... God bless and keep us! for there is something more awful in happiness than in sorrow, the latter being earthly and finite, the former composed of the substance and texture of eternity, so that spirits still embodied may well tremble at it.
I know not what to say, and yet cannot be satisfied without marking with a word or two this anniversary. But life now swells and heaves beneath me like a brim-full ocean; and the endeavour to comprise any portion of it in words is like trying to dip up the ocean in a goblet... God bless and keep us! for there is something more awful in happiness than in sorrow, the latter being earthly and finite, the former composed of the substance and texture of eternity, so that spirits still embodied may well tremble at it.
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