text:  Look down some lengthening valley from a height Eusebius at the hour of twilight when all lands their marks and boundaries grow dim and only here and there the scant light indicates lowly dwellings shelters of humanity in earth's sombre bosom and mark the vast space of vapour that fills all between and touches all broods over all--can you think this little world of life that you know by having walked its path and now see so indistinguishable to be the all of existence before you? Lone indeed would be the world were there nothing better than ourselves in it