Where no fear was, a book about fear

Now with all the tremors, reactions, glooms, shadows, and despairs of youth -- it is easy enough to forget them, but they were there -- goes a power of lifting and lighting up in a moment at a chord of music, a glance, a word, the song of a bird, the scent of a flower, a flying sunburst, which fills life up like a cup with bubbling and sparkling liquor.

"My soul, be patient! Thou shalt find / ittle matter mend all this!"