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 I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by only for a very little while. The works that I have in hand I will finish all afterwards.

Away from the of thy face my heart knows no rest respite and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of task.

Today the summer has come at my window with its balny sighs and murmurs, and the bees are playing their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove. Now it is time to sit quiet face to face and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure. 39