"That daily the night falls; that over stresses and torments, cares and
sorrows the blessing of sleep unfolds, stilling and quenching them; that
every day anew this draught of refreshment and lethe is offered to our
parching lips, ever after the battle this mildness laves our shaking
limbs, that from it, purified from sweat and dust and blood,
strengthened, renewed, rejuvenated, almost innocent once more, almost
with pristine courage and zeal we may go forth again — these I hold to
be the benignest, the most moving of all the great facts of life."
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