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[Lauchaire S. <res...@ea...>]

Ver singing its primeval chant at the very core of our existence! The
law of Rhythm is the law of mortal life: the constant recurrence of new
effort sinking but to recover itself in accurately proportioned rest,
rising ever again in new exertion, to sink again in ever new repose:
'And our hearts, though true and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are
beating Funeral marches to the grave.' This low music of the heart never
ceases until stilled by the touch of death, when the spirit, led by God,
enters upon the waveless ocean of an immeasurable eternity, where past
and future meet in the eternal present. Time with its rhythmic measures
is then no more. The necessity of 'effort and rest,' 'exertion and
repose,' will exist no longer. What the fuller music of that higher life
is to be, 'it has not yet entered into the heart of man to conceive.'
But if the very _imperfection_ of our being has been rendered so full of
charm to us in the order and proportion with which it records its law,
'effort and repose,' 'life and death'--what may we not expect when this
mortal shall have put on immortality? We should think of this when that
saddest of human sounds, 'it beats no more; it measures time no
longer'--knells upon our ear the silence of the throbbing, passionate
heart. Nor is inanimate nature without the quickening breath of Rhythm.
It cadences the dash of the wave, chimes in the flash of the oar,
patters in the drops of rain, whispers in the murmurings of the forest
leaves, leaps in the dash of the torrent, wails through the sighing of
the restless winds, and booms in the claps and crashes of heaven's
thunders. Only through _succession_ do we arrive at the idea of time,
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