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 The golden beauty of the stars on the dark blue sky fascinates the soul with a certain solemnity, filling it with a sweet expectation of some revelation.

Everything sleeps, but unusually watchfully. It seems at every moment as if all would awake and resound with the splendid harmony of unspeakably sweet sounds. The sounds will show the true mysteries of existence, which will enlighten the soul. Time having faded like some ignis-fatuus, will not the soul be carried off into the dark blue space, where, while meeting the rays of twinkling stars, it will also distinguish the splendid music of revelation?