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. In Pity's dew divine ;

Despised Galilæan! For the Great
And from your heart the sighs that steal Invisible (by symbols only seen)
Shall make your rising bosom feel

With a peculiar and surpassing light
The answering swell of mine!

Shines from the visage of the oppress'd good Man

When heedless of himself the scourged Saint How oft, my Love! with shapings sweet

Mourns for the Oppressor. Fair the vernal Mead I paint the moment we shall meet!

Fair the high Grove, the Sea, the Sun, the Stars, With eager speed l dart

True impress each of their creating Sire! I seize you in the vacant air,

Yet nor high Grove, nor many-color'd Mead,
And fancy, with a Husband's care

Nor the green Ocean with his thousand Isles,
I press you to my heart !

Nor the starr'd Azure, nor the sovran Sun, 'T is said, on Summer's evening hour

E’er with such majesty of portraiture
Flashes the golden-color'd Hower

Imaged the supreme beauty uncreate,
A fair electric flame :

As thou, meek Savior! at the fearful hour
And so shall Nash my love-charged eye

When thy insuited Anguish wing'd the prayer When all the heart's big ecstasy

Harp'd by Archangels, when they sing of Mercy! Shoots rapid through the frame!

Which when the Almighty heard from forth his

Throne,
Diviner light fill'd Heaven with ecstasy!
Heaven's hymnings paused and Hell her yawning

mouth
LINES

Closed a brief moment.
TO A FRIEND IN ANSWER TO A MELANCHIOLY
LETTER

Lovely was the death Away, those cloudy looks, that laboring sigh,

Of Him whose life was love! Holy with power The peevish offspring of a sickly hour!

He on the thought-benighted sceptic beam'd Nor meanly thus complain of Fortune's power,

Manisest Godhead, melting into day When the blind Gamester throws a luckless die. What floating mists of dark Idolatry

Broke and misshaped the Omnipresent Sire: Yon setting Sun flashes a mournful gleam

And first by Fear uncharm'd the drowsed Soul." Behind those broken clouds, his stormy train: Till of its nobler nature it 'gan feel To-morrow shall the many-color'd main

Dim recollections: and thence soar'd to Ilope, In brightness roll beneath his orient beam! Strong to believe whate'er of mystic good

The Eternal dooms for his immorial Sons. Wild, as the autumnal gust, the hand of Time From Ilope and firmer Faith to perfect Love Flies o'er his mystic lyre: in shadowy dance Attracted and absorb'd: and centred there The alternate groups of Joy and Grief advance, God only to behold, and know, and feel, Responsive to his varying strains sublime ! Till by exclusive Consciousness of God

All self-annihilated it shall make
Bears on its wing each hour a load of Fate;

God its Identily: God all in all!
The swain, who, lul'd by Seine's mild murmurs, led We and our Father one!
Ilis weary oxen 10 their nightly shed,
Today may rule a tempest-iroubled State.

And bless'd are they,

Who in this fleshly World, the elect of Heaven, Nor shall not Fortune with a vengeful smile

Their strong eye darting through the deeds of Men, Survey the sanguinary Despot's might,

Adore with stedfast unpresuming gaze And haply hurl the Pageant from his height,

Him Nature's Essence, Mind, and Energy! Unwept to wander in some savage isle.

And gazing, trembling, patiently ascend There, shiv'ring sad beneath the tempest's frown,

Treading beneath their feet all visible things Round his tir'd limbs to wrap the purple vest;

As steps, that upward to their Father's Throne And mix'd with nails and beads, an equal jest !

Lead gradual-else nor glorified nor loved. Barter, for food, the jewels of his crown.

They nor Contempt embosom nor Revenge.

For they dare know of what may seem deform
The Supreme Fair sole Operant: in whose sight
All things are pure, his strong controlling Love

Alike from all educing perfect good.
RELIGIOUS MUSINGS;

Theirs too celestial courage, inly arm’d-
A DESULTORY POEM,

Dwarfing Earth's giant brood, what time they muse

On their great Father, great beyond compare ! WRITTEN ON THE CHRISTMAS EVE OF 1794.

And marching onwards view high o'er their heads This is the time, when most divine to hear,

His waving Banners of Omnipotence.
The voice of Adoration rouses me,
As with a Cherub's trump: and high upborne,

Who the Creator love, created might
Yea, mingling with the Choir, I seem to view

Dread not: within their tents no terrors walk. The vision of the heavenly multitude, Who hymn'd the song of Peace o'er Bethlehem's fields !

* Το Νοητον διηρηκασιν εις πολλων Yet thou more bright than all the Angel blaze,

θεων ιδιοτητας.

Damas. de Myst. Agypt. That harbingerd thy birth, Thou, Man of Woes!

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For they are holy things before the Lord,

Parts and proportions of one wondrous whole! Aye unprofaned, though Earth should league with This fraternizes Man, this constitutes Hell;

Our charities and bearings. But 't is God God's Allar grasping with an eager hand,

Diffused through all, that doth make all one whole Fear, the wild-visaged, pale, eye-starting wretch, This the worst superstition, him except Sure-refuged hears his hot pursuing fiends

Aught to desire, Supreme Reality! Yell at vain distance. Soon refresh'd from Heaven, The plenitude and permanence of bliss ! He calms the throb and tempest of his heart. O Fiends of Superstition ! not that oft His countenance seuiles ; a soft solemn bliss The erring Priest hath staind with brother's blood Swims in his eye-his swimming eye upraised : Your grisly idols, not for this may wrath And Faith's whole armor glitters on his limbs! Thunder against you from the Holy One! And thus transfigured with a dreadless awe, But o'er some plain that steameth to the sun, A solemn hush of soul, meek he beholds

Peopled with Death ; or where more hideous Trade All things of terrible seeming: yea, unmoved Loud-laughing packs his bales of human anguish : Views e'en the immitigable ministers

I will raise up a mourning, O ye Fiends! That shower down vengeance on these latter days. And curse your spells, that film the eye of Faith, For kindling with intenser Deity

Hiding the present God; whose presence lost, From the celestial Mercy-seat they come,

The moral world's cohesion, we become And at the renovating Wells of Love

An anarchy of Spirits ! Toy-bewitch'd,
Have fill'd their Vials with salutary Wrath, Made blind by lusts, disherited of soul,
To sickly Nature more medicinal

No common centre Man, no common sire
Than what soft balm the weeping good man pours Knoweth! A sordid solitary thing,
Into the lone despoiled traveller's wounds! Mid countless brethren with a lonely heart

Through courts and cities the smooth Savage roams, Thus from the Elect, regenerate through faith,

Feeling himself, his own low Self the whole ;

When he by sacred sympathy might make Pass the dark Passions and what thirsty Cares

The whole one Self! Self that no alien knows! Drink up the spirit and the dim regards

Self, far diffused as Fancy's wing can travel!
Self-centre. Lo they vanish! or acquire
New names, new features—by supernal grace

Self, spreading still! Oblivious of its own,

Yet all of all possessing! This is Faith!
Enrobed with light, and naturalized in Heaven.

This the Messiah's destin'd victory !
As when a shepherd on a vernal morn
Through some thick fog creeps timorous with slow
foot,

But first offences needs must come! Even now Darkling he fixes on the immediate road

(Black liell laughs horrible to hear the scoff!) Ilis downward eye: all else of fairesi kind

Thee to defend, meek Galilæan! Thee Ilid or deform'd. But lo! the bursting Sun! And thy mild laws of love unutterable, Touch'd by the enchantment of that sudden beam, Mistrust and Enmity have burst the bands Straight the black vapor melteth, and in globes Of social Peace; and listening Treachery lurks Of dewy glitter gems each plant and tree; With pious Fraud to snare a brother's life; On every leaf, on every blade it hangs!

And childless widows o'er the groaning land Dance glad the new-born intermingling rays, Wail numberless; and orphans weep for bread; And wide around the landscape streams with glory! Thee to defend, dear Savior of Mankind !

Thee, Lamb of God! Thee, blameless Prince of

Peace!
There is one Mind, one omnipresent Mind,
Omnisic. Ilis most holy naige is Love.

From all sides rush the thirsty brood of War!

Austria, and that foul Woman of the North, Truth of subliming import! with the which

The lustful Murderess of her wedded Lord ! Who feeds and saturates his constant soul,

And he, connatural Mind! whom (in their songs He from his small particular orbit flies

So bards of elder time had haply feign'd) With bless'd outstarting! From Himself he flies,

Some Fury fondled in her hate to man,
Stands in the Sun, and with no partial gaze

Bidding her serpent hair in mazy surge
Views all creation; and he loves it all,
And blesses it, and calls it very good!

Lick his young face, and at his mouth inbreathe This is indeed to dwell with the Most High!

Horrible sympathy! And leagued with these

Each petty German princeling, nursed in gore ! Cherubs and rapture-trembling Seraphim

Soul-harden'd barterers of human blood !
Can press no nearer to the Almighty's Throne.
But that we roam unconscious, or with hearts
Unfeeling of our universal Sire,

• January 21st, 1794, in the debate on the Address to his And that in his vasi family no Cain

Majesty, on the speech from the Throne, the Earl of Guild

ford moved an Amendment to the following effect:-"That Injures uninjured (in her best-aim'd blow

the House hoped his Majesty would seize the earliest oppor. Victorious Murder a blind Suicide),

tunity to conclude a peace with France," etc. This motion Jlaply for this some younger Angel now

was opposed by the Duke of Portland, who “considered the Looks down on Human Nature: and, behold! war to be merely grounded on one principle-the preservatio A sea of blood bestrew'd with wrecks, where mad

of the Christian Religion.” May 30th, 1794, the Duke o.

Bedford moved a number of Resolutions, with a view to the Embottling Interests on each other rush

Establishment of a Peace with France. He was opposed With unhelm'd rage !

(among others) by Lord Abingdon in these remarkable words: The best road to Peace, my Lords, is War! and War car

ried on in the same manner in which we are taught to worship "T is the sublime of man, our Creator, namely, with all our souls, and with all our Our nmatide Majesty, to know ourselves

minds, and with all our hearts, and with all our strength."

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Death's prime Slave-merchants ! Scorpion-whips of When, stung to rage by Pity, eloquent men
Fate!

Have roused with pealing voice unnumber'd tribes Nor least in savagery of holy zeal,

That toil and groan and bleed, hungry and blind Apt for the yoke, the race degenerate,

These hush'd awhile with patient eye serene, Whom Britain erst had blush'd to call her sons ! Shall watch the mad careering of the storm; Thee to defend the Moloch Priest prefers

Then o'er the wild and wavy chaos rush The prayer of hate, and bellows to the herd And tame the outrageous mass, with plastic might Tha: Deity, Accomplice Deity

Moulding Confusion to such perfect forms, In the fierce jealousy of waken'd wrath

As erst were wont, bright visions of the day! Will go forth with our armies and our fleets, To float before them, when, the Summer noon, To scatter the red ruin on their foes?

Beneath some arch'd romantic rock reclined, O blasphemy! to mingle fiendish deeds

They felt the sea-breeze lift their youthful locks; With blessedness!

Or in the month of blossoms, at mild eve,

Wandering with desultory feet inhaled
Lord of unsleeping Love,*

The wasted perfumes, and the rocks and woods From everlasting Thou! We shall not die. And many-tinted streams and setting Sun These, even these, in mercy didst thou form,

With all his gorgeous company of clouds Teachers of Good through Evil, by brief wrong

Ecstatic gazed! then homeward as they stray'd Making Truth lovely, and her future might

Cast the sad eye to earth, and inly mused
Magnetic o'er the fix'd untrembling heart:

Why there was Misery in a world so fair.
Ah far removed from all that glads the sense,

From all that softens or ennobles Man,
In the primeval age a dateless while
The vacant Shepherd wander'd with his flock,

The wretched Many! Bent beneath their loaas Pitching his tent where'er the green grass waved.

They gape at pageant Power, nor recognize But soon Imagination conjured up

Their cots' transmuted plunder! From the tree An host of new desires : with busy aim,

Of Knowledge, ere the vernal sap had risen

Rudely disbranch'd! Blessed Society !
Each for himself, Earth's eager children toil'd.
So Property began, two-streaming fount,

Fitliest depictured by some sun-scorch'd waste, Whence Vice and Virtue flow, honey and gall.

Where oft majestic through the tainted noon

The Simoom sails, before whose purple pomp Hence the soft couch, and many-color'd robe, The timbrel, and arch'd dome and costly feast,

Who falls not prostrate dies! And where by night With all the inventive arts, that nursed the soul

Fast by each precious fountain on green herbs

The lion couches ; or hyena dips
To forms of beauty, and by sensual wants
Unsensualized the mind, which in the means

Deep in the lucid stream his bloody jaws •
Learnt to forget the grossness of the end,

Or serpent plants his vast moon-glittering bulk, Best pleasured with its own activity.

Caught in whose monstrous twine Behemoth* yells And hence Disease that withers manhood's arm,

His bones loud-crashing !
The dagger'd Envy, spirit-quenching Want,
Warriors, and Lords, and Priests-all the sore ills

O ye numberless, That vex and desolate our mortal life.

Whom foul Oppression's ruffian gluttony Wide-wasting ills ! yet each the immediate source Drives from life's plenteous feast ! O thou por Of mightier good. Their keen necessities

wretch, To ceaseless action goading human thought Who nursed in darkness and made wild by want, Ilave made Earth's reasoning animal her Lord ; Roamest for prey, yea thy unnatural hand And the pale-featured Sage's trembling hand Dost lift to deeds of blood! O pale-eyed form, Strong as an host of armed Deities,

The victim of seduction, doom'd to know Such as the blind Ionian fabled erst.

Polluted nights and days of blasphemy;

Who in lothed orgies with lewd wassailers From Avarice thus, from Luxury and War

Must gaily laugh, while thy remember'd home Sprang heavenly Science ; and from Science Gnaws like a viper at thy secret heart ! Freedom.

O aged Women! ye who weekly catch O'er waken'd realms Philosophers and Bards

The morsel toss'd by law-forced Charity, Spread in concentric circles : they whose souls, And die so slowly, that none call it murder! Conscious of their high dignities from God, O lothely Suppliants! ye, that unreceived Brook not Wealth's rivalry! and they who long

Totter heart-broken from the closing gates Enamour'd with the charms of order hate

Of the full Lazar-house : or, gazing, stand The unseemly disproportion : and whoe'er Sick with despair! O ye to Glory's field Turn with mild sorrow from the victor's car

Forced or ensnared, who, as ye gasp in death, And the low puppetry of thrones, to muse

Bleed with new wounds beneath the Vulture's beak On that blest triumph, when the patriot Sage O thou poor Widow, who in dreams dost view Call’d the red lightnings from the o'er-rushing cloud, Thy Husband's mangled corse, and from short doze And dash'd the beauteous Terrors on the earth Start'st with a shriek; or in thy half-thatch'd cot Smiling majestic. Such a phalanx ne'er

Waked by the wintry night-storm, wet and cold, Measured firm paces to the calming sound Cow'rst o'er thy screaming baby! Rest awhile Of Spartan flute! These on the fated day,

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• Behemoth, in Hebrew, signifies wild beasts in generas. • Art thou not from everlasting, O Lord, mine Holy one ? Some believe it is the elephant, some the hippopotamus; some We shall not die. O Lord thou hast ordained them for judg- affirm it is the wild bull. Poetically, it designates any large ment, etc.- Habakkuk.

quadruped.

Children of Wretchedness! More groans must rise, With conscious zeal had urged Love's wondrous plan
More blood must stream, or ere your wrongs be full. Coadjutors of God. To Milion's trump
Yet is the day of Retribution nigh:

The high Groves of the renovated Earth
The Lamb of God hath open'd the fifth seal: Unbosom their glad echoes : inly hushid,
And upward rush on swistest wing of Sre Adoring Newton his serener eye
The innumerable multitude of wrongs

Raises to heaven: and he of mortal kind
By man on man inflicted! Rest awhile,

Wisest, he* first who mark'd the ideal tribes Children of Wretchedness! The hour is nigh; Up the fine fibres through the sentient brain. And lo! the Great, the Rich, the Mighty Men, Lo! Priestley there, Patriot, and Saint, and Sage, The Kings and the Chief Captains of the World, Him, full of years, from his loved native land With all that fix'd on high like stars of Heaven Statesmen blood-stain'd and Priests idolatrous Shot baleful influence, shall be cast to earth, By dark lies maddening the blind multitude Vile and down.-trodden, as the untimely fruit Drove with vain hate. Calm, pitying, he retired, Shook fron the fig-tree by a sudden storm. And mused expectant on these promised years. Even now the storm begins :* each gentle name, Farth and meek Piety, with fearful joy

O years ! the blest pre-eminence of Saints ! Tremble far-off--for lo! the Giant Frenzy,

Ye sweep athwart my gaze, so heavenly bright, Uprooting empires with his whirlwind arm,

The wings that veil the adoring Seraph's eyes, Mocketh high Ileaven ; burst hideous from the cell What time he bends before the Jasper Throne, Where the old Hag, unconquerable, huge,

Reflect no lovelier hues! yet ye depart, Creation's eyeless drudge, black Ruin, sits

And all beyond is darkness! Heights most strange, Nursing the impatient earthquake.

Whence Fancy falls, fluttering her idle wing.
For who of woman born may paint the hour,

When seized in his mid course, the Sun shall wanie
O return!

Making noon ghasily! Who of woman born Pure Faith! meek Piety! The abhorred Form

May image in the workings of his thought, Whose scarlet robe was stiff' with earthly pomp,

How the black-visaged, red-eyed Fiend outstretch'di Who drank iniquity in cups of gold,

Beneath the unsteady feet of Nature groans, Whose names were many and all blasphemous,

In feverish slumbers--destin'd then to wake, Hatn met the horrible judgment! Whence that cry? When fiery whirlwinds thunder his dread name The mighty army of foul Spirits shriek'd

And Angels shout, Destruction! How his arm Disherited of earth! For she hath fallen

The last great Spirit listing high in air
On whose black front was written Mystery ;

Shall swear by Him, the ever-living One,
She that reel'd heavily, whose wine was blood; Time is no more !
Sin that work'd whoredom with the Demon Power,
And from the dark embrace all evil things
Brought forth and nurtured : mitred Atheism:

Believe thou, O my soul

Life is a vision shadowy of Truth ;
And patient Folly who on bended knee

And vice, and anguish, and the wormy grave,
Gives back the steel that stabb'd him; and pale
Fear

Shapes of a dream! The veiling clouds retire, Hunted by ghastlier shapings than surround

And lo! the Throne of the redeeming God
Moon-blasted Madness when he yells at midnight! Wraps in one blaze earth, heaven, and deepest hell

Forth flashing unimaginable day,
Return, pure Faith! return, meek Piety!
The kingdoms of the world are yours: each heart,
Self-govern'd, the vast family of Love

Contemplant Spirits ! ye that hover o'er
Raised from the common earth by common toil,

With untired gaze the immeasurabia fount Enjoy the equal produce. Such delights

Ebullient with creative Deity! As float to earth, permitted visitants !

And ye of plastic power, that interfused When in some hour of solemn jubilee

Roll through the grosser and material mass
The massy gates of Paradise are thrown

In organizing surge! Holies of God!
Wide open, and forth come in fragments wild (And what if Monads of the infinite mind)
Sweet echoes of unearthly melodies,

I haply journeying my immortal course
And odors snatch'd from beds of Amaranth, Shall sometime join your mystic choir? Till then
And they, that from the crystal river of life I discipline my young noviciate thought
Spring up on freshen’d wing, ambrosial gales !

In ministries of heart-stirring song,
The favor'd good man in his lonely walk

And aye on Meditation's heavenward wing
Perceives them, and his silent spirit drinks Soaring aloft I breathe the empyreal air
Strange bliss which he shall recognize in heaven. Of Love, omnific, omnipresent Love,
And such delights, such strange beatitude

Whose day-spring rises glorious in my soul
Seize on my young anticipating heart

As the great Sun, when he his influence
When that blest future rushes on my view! Sheds on the frost-bound waters—The glad stream
For in his own and in his Father's might

Flows to the ray, and warbles as it flows.
The Savior comes! While as the Thousand Years
Lead up their mystic dance, the Desert shouts!

* David Ilartley.
Old Ocean claps his hands! The mighty Dead
Rise to new life, whoe'er from earliest time

| Rev. Chap. iv. v. 2 and 3.-And immediately I was in the Spirit: and behold, a Throne was set in Heaven, and one sat on the throne. And he that sal was to look upon like a jasper

and sardine stone, etc. * Alluding to the French Revolution.

1 The final Destruction impersonated.

A VISION

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And what if some rebellious, o'er dark realms

Arrogate power? yet these train up to God,
THE DESTINY OF NATIONS.

And on the rude eye, unconfirm’d for day,
Flash meteor-lights better than total gloom
As ere from Lieule-Oaive's vapory head

The Laplander beholds the far-off Sun
Auspicious Reverence! Hush all meaner song, Dart his slant beam on unobeying snows,
Sre we the deep preluding strain have pour'd While yet the stern and solitary Night
[c the Great Father, only Rightful King,

Brooks no alternate sway, the Boreal Morn
Eternal Father! King Omnipotent!

With mimic lustre substitutes its gleam,
The Will, the Word, the Breath, the Living God. Guiding his course or by Niemi lake

Or Balda-Zhiok,* or the mossy stone
Such symphony requires best instrument. Of Solfar-kapper,t while the snowy blast
Seize, then! my soul! from Freedom's trophied dome, Drifts arrowy by, or eddies round his sledge,
The Harp which hangeth high between the Shields Making the poor babe at its mother's backi
Of Brutus and Leonidas! With that

Scream in its scanty cradle: he the while
Strong music, that soliciting spell, force back Wins gentle solace as with upward eye
Earth's free and stirring spirit that lies entranc'd He marks the streamy banners of the North,

|Thinking himself those happy spirits shall join

Who there in floating robes of rosy light
For what is Freedom, but the unfetter'd use
Of all the powers which God for use had given?

Dance sportively. For Fancy is the Power

That first unsensualizes the dark mind,
But chiefly this, him First, him Last to view

Giving it new delights; and bids it swell
Through meaner powers and secondary things
Effulgent, as through clouds that veil his blaze.

With wild activity ; and peopling air,
For all that meets the bodily sense I deem

By obscure fears of Beings invisible, Symbolical, one mighty alphabet

Emancipates it from the grosser thrall For infant minds; and we in this low world

of the present impulse, teaching Self-control, Placed with our backs to bright Reality,

Till Superstition with unconscious hand

Seat Reason on her throne. Wherefore not vain, That we may learn with young unwounded ken The substance from its shadow. Infinite Love,

Nor yet without permitted power impress'd, Whose latence is the plenitude of All,

I deem'd those legends terrible, with which

The polar ancient thrills his uncouth throng; Thou with retracted Beams, and Self-eclipse

Whether of pitying Spirits that make their moan Veiling, revealest thine eternal Son.

O'er slaughter'd infants, or that Giant Bird

Vuokho, of whose rushing wings the noise But some there are who deem themselves most free Is Tempest, when the unutierable shapeý When they within this gross and visible sphere Speeds from the mother of Death, and utters once Chain down the winged thought, scoffing ascent, That shriek, which never Murderer heard and lived Proud in their meanness: and themselves they cheat Or if the Greenland Wizard in strange trance With noisy emptiness of learned phrase,

Pierces the untravellid realms of Ocean's bed Their subtle fluids, impacts, essences,

(Where live the innocent, as far from cares Self-working tools, uncaus'd effects, and all

As from the storms and overwhelming waves Those blird Omniscients, those Almighty Slaves, Dark tumbling on the surface of the deep), Unteranting creation of its God.

Over the abysm, even to that uttermost cave

By misshaped prodigies beleaguer'd, such But properties are God: the naked mass

As Earth ne'er bred, nor Air, nor the upper Sea. (If mass there be, fantastic Guess or Ghost)

There dwells the Fury Form, whose unheard Acts unly by its inactivity. Here we pa ise humbly. Others boldlier think

With eager eye, pale cheek, suspended breath, That as one boily seems the aggregate Of Atoms numberless, each organized; So, by a strange and dim similitude,

Balda Zhiok; i.e. mons altitudinis, the highest mountain Infinite myriads of self-conscious minds

in Lapland. Arc one all-conscious Spirit, which informs

Solfar Kapper; capitium Solfar, hic locus omnium quot

quot veterum Lapponum superstitio sacrificiis religiosoque culWith absolute ubiquity of thought

tui dedicavit, celebratissimus erat, in parte sinus australis situs (His one eternal self-affirming Act!)

semimilliaris spatio a mari distans. Ipse locus, quem curiositatis All his involved Monads, that yet seem

gratia aliquando me invisisse memini, duabus prealtis lapidibus, With various province and apt agency

sibi invicem oppositis, quorum alter musco circumdatus erat,

constabat.--Leemius De Lapponibus. Each to pursue its own self-centering end.

| The Lapland Women carry their infants at their back in a Some nurse the infant diamond in the mine; piece of excavated wood, which serves them for a cradle Some roll the genial juices through the oak; Opposite to the infant's mouth there is a hole for it to breathe Some drive the mutinous clouds to clash in air, through.--Mirandum prorsus est et vix credibile nisi cui vidisset And rushing on the storm with whirlwind speed,

contigit. Lappones hyeme iter facientes per vastas montes, per

que horrida et invia tesqua, eo presertim tempore quo omnia Yoke the red lightning to their volleying car. perpetuis nivibus obtecta sunt et nives ventis agitantur et in Thus these pursue their never-varying course, gyros aguntur, viam ad destinata loca absque errore invenire No eddy in their stream. Others, more wild,

posse, lactantem autem infantem si quem habeat, ipsa mater With complex interests weaving human fates,

in dorso bajulat, in excavato ligno (Gieed'k ipsi vocant) quod

pro cupis utuntur : in hoc infans pannis et pellibus convolútue Duteous or proud, alike obedient all,

colligatus jacet.-Leemius De Lapponibus Evolve the process of eternal good.

Jaibme Aibmo.

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