When in a village,
we tend to think,
that the whole landscape
unified by the church
and its heavenward spire,
seemed to say:
this is the meaning
of all things; we have
been made for no
other purpose than
that men may use us
in raising themselves
to God, and in
discontent with
the modern society.
Live and drink from
the fountains of
spiritual search.
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