I have in my spirit life traversed the various districts of Spiritland.
Here the eye rests fondly on Nature's variegated fields of floral verdure and there the little streamlet wimples along its rocky bed—
Here we have the majestic rivers, pouring their rolling waters into the quiet and pellucid lakes that mirror, in their deep bosoms, the image of the passers-by, and there sweet music lends its powerful aid to awaken hardened, benighted, dark souls to lift their eyes upwards towards Him who can dispel the thick clouds, which enshroud them—
—Hafed, Prince of Persia, in Spirit

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