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IN a room in a stately mansion, a little babe lay in its mother's arms. / All kinds of beautiful things were around, and many people passed in / and out. Pictures by the first Masters were on the walls; the rarest / exotics filled the air with choice perfumes. The chair in which the / mother sat was gilded and tapestried; the carpet her feet rested on was / soft as mossy turf, and delicate as embroidery. Jewels sparkled on her / dress. *
* Suggested by a passage in Sartorius' "Lehre von der heiligen Liebe," / contrasting the world of a cold philosophy, "Ich and Nicht Ich," with / the Christian's world, "Ich und Du."