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These
are
the
times
,
when
in
his
whale-boat
the
rover
softly
feels
a
certain
filial
,
confident
,
land-like
feeling
towards
the
sea
;
that
he
regards
it
as
so
much
flowery
earth
;
and
the
distant
ship
revealing
only
the
tops
of
her
masts
,
seems
struggling
forward
,
not
through
high
rolling
waves
,
but
through
the
tall
grass
of
a
rolling
prairie
:
as
when
the
western
emigrants
'
horses
only
show
their
erected
ears
,
while
their
hidden
bodies
widely
wade
through
the
amazing
verdure
.
The
long-drawn
virgin
vales
;
the
mild
blue
hill-sides
;
as
over
these
there
steals
the
hush
,
the
hum
;
you
almost
swear
that
play-wearied
children
lie
sleeping
in
these
solitudes
,
in
some
glad
May-time
,
when
the
flowers
of
the
woods
are
plucked
.
And
all
this
mixes
with
your
most
mystic
mood
;
so
that
fact
and
fancy
,
half-way
meeting
,
interpenetrate
,
and
form
one
seamless
whole
.
Nor
did
such
soothing
scenes
,
however
temporary
,
fail
of
at
least
as
temporary
an
effect
on
Ahab
.
But
if
these
secret
golden
keys
did
seem
to
open
in
him
his
own
secret
golden
treasuries
,
yet
did
his
breath
upon
them
prove
but
tarnishing
.
Oh
,
grassy
glades
!
oh
ever
vernal
endless
landscapes
in
the
soul
;
in
ye
--
though
long
parched
by
the
dead
drought
of
the
earthly
life
--
in
ye
,
men
yet
may
roll
,
like
young
horses
in
new
morning
clover
;
and
for
some
few
fleeting
moments
,
feel
the
cool
dew
of
the
life
immortal
on
them
.
Would
to
God
these
blessed
calms
would
last
.
But
the
mingled
,
mingling
threads
of
life
are
woven
by
warp
and
woof
:
calms
crossed
by
storms
,
a
storm
for
every
calm
.
There
is
no
steady
unretracing
progress
in
this
life
;
we
do
not
advance
through
fixed
gradations
,
and
at
the
last
one
pause
:
--
through
infancy
's
unconscious
spell
,
boyhood
's
thoughtless
faith
,
adolescence
'
doubt
(
the
common
doom
)
,
then
scepticism
,
then
disbelief
,
resting
at
last
in
manhood
's
pondering
repose
of
If
.
But
once
gone
through
,
we
trace
the
round
again
;
and
are
infants
,
boys
,
and
men
,
and
Ifs
eternally
Where
lies
the
final
harbor
,
whence
we
unmoor
no
more
?
In
what
rapt
ether
sails
the
world
,
of
which
the
weariest
will
never
weary
?
Where
is
the
foundling
's
father
hidden
?
Our
souls
are
like
those
orphans
whose
unwedded
mothers
die
in
bearing
them
:
the
secret
of
our
paternity
lies
in
their
grave
,
and
we
must
there
to
learn
it
.
And
that
same
day
,
too
,
gazing
far
down
from
his
boat
's
side
into
that
same
golden
sea
,
Starbuck
lowly
murmured
:
--
"
Loveliness
unfathomable
,
as
ever
lover
saw
in
his
young
bride
's
eyes
!
--
Tell
me
not
of
thy
teeth-tiered
sharks
,
and
thy
kidnapping
cannibal
ways
.
Let
faith
oust
fact
;
let
fancy
oust
memory
;
I
look
deep
down
and
do
believe
.
"
And
Stubb
,
fish-like
,
with
sparkling
scale
,
leaped
up
in
that
same
golden
light
:
--
"
I
am
Stubb
,
and
Stubb
has
his
history
;
but
here
Stubb
takes
oaths
that
he
has
always
been
jolly
!
"
And
jolly
enough
were
the
sights
and
the
sounds
that
came
bearing
down
before
the
wind
,
some
few
weeks
after
Ahab
's
harpoon
had
been
welded
.
