Solaris Farm: A Story of the Twentieth CenturyEdson, Milan C. (Milan Chappel)
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Solaris Farm: A Story of the Twentieth Century
Edson, Milan C. (Milan Chappel)
Agriculture, Cooperative; Cooperation; Utopias
"My Darling Fern: Noblest, purest and most beautiful of women! Like the
rose to the sunlight, like the needle to the pole, my heart turns in
adoration to you. My own true love! My peerless one! My guiding star in
love's azure sky! My soul swells and sings with its full tide of joy, as
willing fingers attempt to put in words the thoughts born of my great
love for you. What miracle have you wrought for me, my precious one,
that I am so happy? The earth, the sky, the verdant woods, the grand
mountains, the green meadows, the shady nooks, the babbling brooks;--all
thrill my innermost being with a thousand new charms! The bees, the
birds, the flowers and trees as they bend or sigh to the passing breeze;
the solemn stillness of majestic night; the deep blue sea, overarched by
nature's matchless crown of diamonds, a countless multitude of brilliant
stars, in the silvery moonlight of love--how eloquent their song! All
things in nature speak to me; they bless you for loving me! In the halo
of that blessing, as I think of you, I am transfigured by a newly-born
ecstacy! To breathe, to exist, is to realize the superlative degree of
my exquisite happiness! Hidden away from the clouds and storms of life,
by the golden mist which veils the measureless sea of love, infinite
love, I sail serene and confident upon its heaving tide. Gently rocked
by the lapping lullaby of the rythmical waves of paradise, I fearlessly
float. I care not for time nor tide, nor distant port of a future
destiny! Entranced by the music of love's beautiful sea, I dream love's
dream alone with myself, the outer world shut away--swallowed up by the
overwhelming tide of my sweet and blissful contentment.
"From such hours of exaltation, I am sometimes rudely awakened by a
monster reflex wave of self-examination. Ah, dear heart! It is then that
I ask of my soul: What am I? What have I done? What sweet guardian
spirit guides my life, that I should be made so exceedingly happy by the
priceless love of such a beautiful woman? Am I worthy of such a
blessing? Can I properly appreciate the great good fortune of being
fondly and truly loved by such a peerless woman, who is so dear to me,
so noble, so good, so true; so pure, so bright, so beautiful; so truly
wise, so eloquent; in every way so well fitted by birth, wealth, and
education to reign as queen in the most brilliant and most exclusive
circles of the social world; even in the grandly beautiful city of
Washington, where the princes and potentates of the earth, lords of
other lands, of wealth and fashion of high degree, vie with each other
and with the republic's most honored statesmen, for one smile, one look
of recognition from this marvelous woman, who is everywhere recognized
as the dominant center of attraction? Oh, the wonder of it! This is she
who holds the key to my heart!
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