No language can do that, for it is an attempt
to fathom the infinite.
"As the varied harmonies echoed through the vaulted nave, flooding it
with a perfect sea of melody, it appeared as if we were listening to the
story of a man's life.
"There were the uncertain strains of youth, the shadowing forth of vague
possibilities, the expression of hope undimmed by disappointment. A
nameless undefined longing for greater liberty. The desire to be free
from the restraints of home, and to mingle with the busy world in all
the pride of early manhood. Soon the voyager puts off from the shore,
and at first all seems smooth and alluring. He drifts along the ocean of
life, wafted by favourable winds, delighting in each new pleasure. But
storm soon succeeds calm, as night follows day, and the young man is
soon encompassed with the sorrows and temptations of this life, battling
against evil habits, struggling to keep himself unspotted from the
world.
'Bella premunt hostilia
Da robur, fer auxilium.'
"Youth passes on to middle age, there is now an earnestness of purpose
which at first was lacking. Material pleasures are losing their hold,
there are traces of another holy influence: two lives are joined in
happy union, leading and encouraging each other to high and noble
thoughts and actions.
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