Happy the man, busied with eternal destiny,
Who, like a traveler setting out at early morn,
Awakes, his spirit filled with reverie,
And, at the dawn of day, begins to read and pray!
As he reads, the day comes slowly on
And dawns within his soul as in the firmament.
He sees distinctly, by that pale clarity,
Things in his chamber and others in himself;
All sleeps in the house; he is alone, he believes;
And yet, closing their lips with their finger,
Behind him, while ecstasy enraptures him,
The smiling angels lean over his book.
Victor Hugo
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