{"id":"01KG8AKTVBF7P1YGG6YDAPDPDR","cid":"bafkreihi4ifpnwzkz52g6s6a4kgy654chsp7rbaq2w7fwsgdg4oyh4amoa","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":12209,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:09.931Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 2","source_file":"01KG89J1954N2G0NAERBNJXEX9","start_line":12168,"text":"poureth on the waters; and stars come out of night’s black concave at\r\nhis great command. In him is hope for all; for all, unbounded joys.\r\nFast locked in his loved clasp, no doubts dismay. He opes the eye of\r\nfaith and shuts the eye of fear. He is all we pray for, and beyond;\r\nall, that in the wildest hour of ecstasy, rapt fancy paints in bright\r\nAuroras upon the soul’s wide, boundless Orient!”\r\n\r\n“Oh, Alma, Alma! prince divine!” cried Babbalanja, sinking on his\r\nknees—“in _thee_, at last, I find repose. Hope perches in my heart a\r\ndove;—a thousand rays illume;—all Heaven’s a sun. Gone, gone! are all\r\ndistracting doubts. Love and Alma now prevail. I see with other\r\neyes:—Are these my hands? What wild, wild dreams were mine;—I have been\r\nmad. Some things there are, we must not think of. Beyond one obvious\r\nmark, all human lore is vain. Where have I lived till now? Had dark\r\nMaramma’s zealot tribe but murmured to me as this old man, long since\r\nhad I, been wise! Reason no longer domineers; but still doth speak. All\r\nI have said ere this, that wars with Alma’s precepts, I here recant.\r\nHere I kneel, and own great Oro and his sovereign son.”\r\n\r\n“And here another kneels and prays,” cried Yoomy.\r\n\r\n“In Alma all my dreams are found, my inner longings for the Love\r\nsupreme, that prompts my every verse. Summer is in my soul.”\r\n\r\n“Nor now, too late for these gray hairs,” cried Mohi, with devotion.\r\n“Alma, thy breath is on my soul. I see bright light.”\r\n\r\n“No more a demigod,” cried Media, “but a subject to our common chief.\r\nNo more shall dismal cries be heard from Odo’s groves. Alma, I am\r\nthine.”\r\n\r\nWith swimming eyes the old man kneeled; and round him grouped king,\r\nsage, gray hairs, and youth.\r\n\r\nThere, as they kneeled, and as the old man blessed them, the setting\r\nsun burst forth from mists, gilded the island round about, shed rays\r\nupon their heads, and went down in a glory—all the East radiant with\r\nred burnings, like an altar-fire.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 2"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJWK4CDJZ3GRT2CAN67GR","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1954N2G0NAERBNJXEX9","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AKTVB0W3S58M7CWBBQF2A","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:17.259Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:29.367Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}