How much I long for the night to come again—
I am restless all afternoon...
How much I long for the huge stars to appear all
over the heavens,
And the black spaces between those stars...
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All that matters is to be at one with the living God to be a creature in the house of the God of Life. Like a cat asleep on a chair at peace, in peace . . . feeling the presence of Peace like a great assurance a deep calm in the heart a presence as of the master sitting at the board in his own and great being in the house of life.