The Search After Hapiness [sic]: A Tale — John Shaqi
The Search After Hapiness [sic]: A Tale
Philosophy
The Search After Hapiness [sic]: A Tale
Children's writings, English; English fiction -- 19th century; Happiness -- Fiction; Short stories
the music of our songs
and our mighty trumpets' swell
and the sounding of our silver harps
no mortal tongue can tell
of us they know but little
save when the storm doth rise
and the mighty waves are tossing
against the arched skies
[7] then oft they see us striding
o'er the billows' snow white foam
or hear us speak in thunder
when we stand in grandeur lone
on the darkest of the mighty clouds
which veil the pearly moon
around us lightning flashing
night's blackness to illume
chorus the music of our songs
and our mighty trumpets' swell
and the sounding of our silver
harp no mortal tongue can tell.
When they had finished, there was a dead silence for about half an
hour and then the palace began slowly and gradually to vanish till
it disappeared entirely and I found myself in the glen surrounded by
high mountains, the fountain illuminated by the cold light of the moon
springing up in the middle of the valley, and standing close by was
the old man who had conducted me to this enchanted place. He turned
round and I could see that his countenance had an expression of strange
severity which I had not before observed. "Follow me," he said. I
obeyed and we began to ascend the mountain. It would be needless to
trouble you with a repetition of all my adventures. Suffice it to say
that after two months time, we arrived at a large temple. We entered
it. The interior as well as the outside had a very gloomy and ominous
aspect being entirely built of black marble. The old man suddenly
seized me and dragged me to an altar at the upper end of the temple,
then, forcing me down on my knees, he made me swear that I would be his
servant forever and this promise I faithfully kept notwithstanding the
dreadful scenes of magic of which every day of my life I was forced
to be a witness. One day he told me that he would discharge me from
the oath I had taken and commanded me to leave his service. I obeyed
and, after wandering about the world for many years, I one evening
laid myself down on a little bank by the roadside intending to pass
the night there. Suddenly I felt myself raised in the air by invisible
hands. In a short time I lost sight of the earth and continued on my
course through the clouds till I became insensible and when I recovered
from my swoon, I found myself lying outside this cave. What may be my
future destiny I know not----"
CHAPTER the V
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