a place of untold delights?

Who said this, and of what is he speaking? Hint: it’s not Minneapolis.

The word fell upon my ear with peculiar and indescribable charm, like the gentle murmur of a low fountain stealing forth in the midst of roses, or the soft, sweet accents of an angel’s whisper in the bright, joyous dream of sleeping innocence… ‘Twas the name for which my soul had panted for years, as the hart [sic] panteth for the water-brooks. But where was _____?…

Nevertheless, I was confident it existed somewhere, and this its discovery would constitute the crowning glory of the present century, if not of all modern times. I knew it was bound to exist the very nature of things; that the symmetry and perfection of our planetary system would be incomplete without it; that the elements of material nature would long since have resolved themselves back into original chaos if there had been such a hiatus in creation as would have resulted from the leaving out _____. In fact, sir, I was overwhelmed with the conviction that _____ not only existed somewhere, but that wherever it was, it was a great and glorious place. I was convinced that the greatest calamity that ever befell the benighted nations of hte ancient world was in their having passed away without a knowledge of the actual existence of _____; that their fabled Atlantis, never seen save byt he hallowed vision of inspired poesy, was, in fact, but another name for _____…

I stumbled across this while looking for something to read to my kids at bedtime. I chose something else for them, but had to do something with this. Your guesses?


  1. Rebecca says:

    Heaven? Love? Glory?

  2. Patrick fitz says:

    C.S. Lewis? Paradise? No idea…

  3. Kevin says:

    It is a poet talking about Heaven.

  4. Paul Roberts says:

    Rebecca, Patrick, and Kevin: good guesses. But wrong. Any others? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

  5. Paul Roberts says:

    Okay, the guessing has come to a screaching halt so I will at long last inform you as to this place of untold delights.


    No kidding. Duluth. I was searching a compendium of the world’s greatest speeches for Martin Luther King’s I Have a Dream speech to read to my son, when I stumbled on J. Proctor Knott‘s address to the House of Representatives in 1871. You can read it here.

    I wouldn’t have guessed correctly either.

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