Chapter 28: Heart-Stirs to Divine Music

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​⁠At break of day, springing from bed, and after a cold plunge bath, feeling more like himself, he went out into the half slumbering city; but the sunbeams give their roseate kiss and mists roll up the great mountain slopes, and the lazy Italian rubs his black eyes not seeing the beauties in nature that surround him—they are part of his life— but only wondering how easiest he can pass the day, while