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chapter-116		chapter-116			.txt	text/plain	653	31	79	sociably mixing with the soft waves themselves, that like hearth-stone These are the times, when in his whale-boat the rover softly feels a certain filial, confident, land-like feeling towards the sea; that he mystic mood; so that fact and fancy, half-way meeting, interpenetrate, But if these secret golden keys did seem to open in him his own secret golden treasuries, yet did his breath ye,--though long parched by the dead drought of the earthy life,--in ye, men yet may roll, like young horses in new morning clover; and for some few fleeting moments, feel the cool dew of the life immortal on them. threads of life are woven by warp and woof: calms crossed by storms, a storm for every calm. Our souls are like And that same day, too, gazing far down from his boat's side into that Let faith oust fact; let fancy oust memory; I look deep golden light:--	./cache/chapter-116.txt	./txt/chapter-116.txt