“one stone stair ...Ascending, winding, leading up to naught,”
“one stone stair ...Ascending, winding, leading up to naught,”
“one stone stair ...Ascending, winding, leading up to naught,”
“one stone stair ...
Ascending, winding, leading up to naught,”
because perforce the superstructure is missing. Yet one who follows the writer’s efforts to gain the image of her own soul may perhaps learn herein the better to know his own and also the souls of others; learn, too, that each of us proceeds on the lines of his own development; and that all that comes into the mature life is but an extension, an unfolding, of all that went before. “Our to-days and yesterdaysarethe blocks with which we build.” Would that we had builded better!
If it were possible to treat the subsequent epochs as candidly as the earlier ones are here treated, they would not be found lacking in moving events, in dramatic moments, even in tragedies—some in the lives of those closely knit to one’s own, some of the soul only, some in the outer life—but all this cannot be viewed objectively; it is too close—it is a life of yesterday and to-day, while the other, detached, and seen through the Spell of the Past, is as a tale that is told.
THE END