第8部分(第2/7 頁)

nding　spirit；　the　frequent　breaking　through　the

soil　of　a　brook　or　the　expanse　of　the　wind…ruffled　lake；　the　tactual

undulation　of　the　hills；　which　I　recall　when　I　am　far　away　from　them；

the　towering　trees　upon　trees　as　I　walk　by　them；　the　bearings　that　I　try

to　keep　while　others　tell　me　the　directions　of　the　various　points　of　the

scenery；　and　you　will　begin　to　feel　surer　of　my　mental　landscape。　The

utmost　bound　to　which　my　thought　will　go　with　clearness　is　the　horizon

of　my　mind。　From　this　horizon　I　imagine　the　one　which　the　eye　marks。

Touch　cannot　bridge　distance；……it　is　fit　only　for　the　contact　of

surfaces；……but　thought　leaps　the　chasm。　For　this　reason　I　am　able　to　use

words　descriptive　of　objects　distant　from　my　senses。　I　have　felt　the

rondure　of　the　infant's　tender　form。　I　can　apply　this　perception　to　the

landscape　and　to　the　far…off　hills。

ANALOGIES　IN　SENSE　PERCEPTION

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ANALOGIES　IN　SENSE　PERCEPTION

I　HAVE　not　touched　the　outline　of　a　star　nor　the　glory　of　the　moon；　but

I　believe　that　God　has　set　two　lights　in　mind；　the　greater　to　rule　by

day　and　the　lesser　by　night；　and　by　them　I　know　that　I　am　able　to

navigate　my　life…bark；　as　certain　of　reaching　the　haven　as　he　who　steers

by　the　North　Star。　Perhaps　my　sun　shines　not　as　yours。　The　colours　that

glorify　my　world；　the　blue　of　the　sky；　the　green　of　the　fields；　may　not

correspond　exactly　with　those　you　delight　in；　but　they　are　none　the　less

colour　to　me。　The　sun　does　not　shine　for　my　physical　eyes；　nor　does　the

lightning　flash；　nor　do　the　trees　turn　green　in　the　spring；　but　they

have　not　therefore　ceased　to　exist；　any　more　than　the　landscape　is