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Ossoli, Margaret Fuller, 1810-1850

"Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli, Volume I"

When I
came back, the moon was riding clear above the houses. I went
into the churchyard, and there offered a prayer as holy, if
not as deeply true, as any I know now; a prayer, which perhaps
took form as the guardian angel of my life. If that word in
the Bible, Selah, means what gray-headed old men think it
does, when they read aloud, it should be written here,--Selah!
'Since that day, I have never more been completely engaged in
self; but the statue has been emerging, though slowly, from
the block. Others may not see the promise even of its pure
symmetry, but I do, and am learning to be patient. I shall be
all human yet; and then the hour will come to leave humanity,
and live always in the pure ray.
'This first day I was taken up; but the second time the Holy
Ghost descended like a dove. I went out again for a day, but
this time it was spring. I walked in the fields of Groton.
But I will not describe that day; its music still sounds
too sweetly near. Suffice it to say, I gave it all into our
Father's hands, and was no stern-weaving Fate more, but one
elected to obey, and love, and at last know. Since then I have
suffered, as I must suffer again, till all the complex be
made simple, but I have never been in discord with the grand
harmony.


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