Introspection
In the depths of every heart, there is a tomb and a
dungeon, though the lights, the music, and revelry
above may cause us to forget their existence, and the
buried ones, or prisoners whom they hide. But some-
times, and oftenest at midnight, those dark receptacles
are flung wide open. In an hour like this, when the
mind has a passive sensibility, but no active strength;
when the imagination is a mirror, imparting vividness
to all ideas, without the power of selecting or controll-
ing them; then pray that your griefs may slumber,
and the brotherhood of remorse not break their chain.
-From "The Haunted Mind"
dungeon, though the lights, the music, and revelry
above may cause us to forget their existence, and the
buried ones, or prisoners whom they hide. But some-
times, and oftenest at midnight, those dark receptacles
are flung wide open. In an hour like this, when the
mind has a passive sensibility, but no active strength;
when the imagination is a mirror, imparting vividness
to all ideas, without the power of selecting or controll-
ing them; then pray that your griefs may slumber,
and the brotherhood of remorse not break their chain.
-From "The Haunted Mind"