In the desert a fountain is springing,
In the wide waste there still is a tree,
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In the desert a fountain is springing,
In the wide waste there still is a tree,
And a bird in the solitude singing,
Which speaks to my spirit of thee.

Harmony of aim, not identity of conclusion, is the secret of sympathetic life.

Harmony of aim, not identity of conclusion, is the secret of sympathetic life.

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.

It [true love] is the secret sympathy,
The silver link, the silken tie,
Which heart to heart, read more

It [true love] is the secret sympathy,
The silver link, the silken tie,
Which heart to heart, and mind to mind
In body and in soul can bind.

If thou art something bring thy soul and interchange with mine.
- Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller,

If thou art something bring thy soul and interchange with mine.
- Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller,

Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
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Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such,
That, spider like, we feel the tenderest touch.

Friendship improves happiness and abates misery, by the doubling of our joy and the dividing of our grief.

Friendship improves happiness and abates misery, by the doubling of our joy and the dividing of our grief.

Somewhere or other there must surely be
The face not seen, the voice not heard,
The heart read more

Somewhere or other there must surely be
The face not seen, the voice not heard,
The heart that not yet--never yet--ah me!
Made answer to my word.

Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow
For other's good, and melt at other's woe.

Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow
For other's good, and melt at other's woe.