Covering a Multitude of Sins

           ItwasinterestingwhenIdressedbeforedaylighttopeepoutofwindow,wheremycandleswerereflectedintheblackpanesliketwobeacons,andfindingallbeyondstillenshroudedintheindistinctnessoflastnight,towatchhowitturnedoutwhenthedaycameon.Astheprospectgraduallyrevealeditselfanddisclosedthesceneoverwhichthewindhadwanderedinthedark,likemymemoryovermylife,Ihadapleasureindiscoveringtheunknownobjectsthathadbeenaroundmeinmysleep.Atfirsttheywerefaintlydiscernibleinthemist,andabovethemthelaterstarsstillglimmered.Thatpaleintervalover,thepicturebegantoenlargeandfillupsofastthatateverynewpeepIcouldhavefoundenoughtolookatforanhour.Imperceptiblymycandlesbecametheonlyincongruouspartofthemorning,thedarkplacesinmyroomallmeltedaway,andthedayshonebrightuponacheerfullandscape,prominentinwhichtheoldAbbeyChurch,withitsmassivetower,threwasoftertrainofshadowontheviewthanseemedcompatiblewithitsruggedcharacter.Butsofromroughoutsides(IhopeIhavelearnt),sereneandgentleinfluencesoftenproceed.

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