“I cannot define my satisfaction, yet, it is so. I cannot define
my life, yet, it is so. Is there any gift greater than this joy? Can the soul
offer a prayer more perfect than this tender silence?”
The first part of this is Vincent quoting Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass, 1860 version. Burial, Stanza 39. Vincent writes: "Sometimes in the hours, I hear Whitman’s Song echo gently: [Then he quotes Whitman's words:] ‘I cannot define my satisfaction...yet it is so. I cannot define my life...yet it is so.’ [The rest is Vincent's writing and/or thoughts:] Is there any gift greater than this joy? Can the soul offer a prayer more perfect than this tender silence?”
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The first part of this is Vincent quoting Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass, 1860 version. Burial, Stanza 39. Vincent writes: "Sometimes in the hours, I hear Whitman’s Song echo gently: [Then he quotes Whitman's words:]
‘I cannot define my satisfaction...yet it is so. I cannot define my life...yet it is so.’ [The rest is Vincent's writing and/or thoughts:] Is there any gift greater than this joy? Can the soul offer a prayer more perfect than this tender silence?”
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