His lips did not move, his thoughts alone spoke their silent language.

"I might have stood on a level with these; my soul might have been chained to the dust, and yet it would have been the same which I now possess, with which I long to compass all worlds! the same, endowed with this sentiment of pride, which drives me on to active exertion.

My fate wavered whether I should become one such as these or whether I should rise into that circle which the world calls the higher.

The mist-form did not sink down into the mire, but rose above into the high refreshing air.

And am I become happy through this ?" His eye stared upon the bright disk of the moon.