“Here’s harmony!” said she; “here’s repose! Here’s what may leave all painting and all music behind, and what poetry only can attempt to describe! Here’s what may tranqillise every care, and lift the heart to rapture! When I look out on such a night (scene)* as this, I feel as if there could be neither wickedness nor sorrow in the world; and there certainly would be less of both if the sublimity of Nature were more attended to, and people were carried more out of themselves by contemplating such a scene.”
From Mansfield Park by Jane Austen, p:105
* Parenthesis mine.