Bidding the lovely scenes at distance hail

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And see no end to the landscape, new objeccts presenting themselves as we advance;so,in the commencement of life, we set no bounds to our inclinations.Nor to the unrestricted opportunities of grastifying them.We have as yet found no obstacle, no disposition to flag; and it seems that we can go on so forever.We look round in a new world, full of life, and motion, and ceaseless progress and feel in ourselves all the vigour and spirit to keep pace with it, and don't foresee from any present symptoms how we shall be left behind in the natural course of things, decline into old age, and drop into the grave. It is the simplicity, and as it were abstractedness of our feelings in youth, that(so to speak)identifies us with nature, and (our experience being slight and our passions strong)deludes us into a belief of being immortal like it. Our short-lives connexion with existence we fondly flatter ourselves,is an indissoluble and lasting union-a honeymoon that knows neither coldness, jar, nor separation.As infants smile and sleep, we are rocked in the cradle of our wayward fancies,and lulled into security by the roar of the universe aroud us owe quaff the cup of life with eager haste without draining it , instead of which it only overflows the more-objcts press around us, filling the mind with their magnitude and with the strong of desires that wait upon them, so that we have no room for the thoughts of death.