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319. There is no stoppage, and never can be stoppage,
If I, you, the worlds, all beneath or upon their surfaces,
and all the palpable life, were this moment
reduced back to a pallid float, it would not avail in the long run,
We should surely bring up again where we now
stand,
And as surely go as much farther—and then farther
and farther.

320. A few quadrillions of eras, a few octillions of cubic
leagues, do not hazard the span, or make it
impatient,
They are but parts—anything is but a part.

321. See ever so far, there is limitless space outside
of that,
Count ever so much, there is limitless time around
that.

322. My rendezvous is appointed,
The Lord will be there, and wait till I come on perfect
terms.

323. I know I have the best of time and space, and was
never measured, and never will be measured.

324. I tramp a perpetual journey,
My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff
cut from the woods,
No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair,
I have no chair, no church, no philosophy,
I lead no man to a dinner-table, library, or exchange,