...nature with sentience and a capability of action, is one of the severest tests of the poet.] . . . .There is a power whose care Teaches thy way along...and illimitable air. Lone, wandering, but not lost.. . . . Pleasant shall be thy way, where weekly bows The shutting flowers and darkling waters pass, And...

...the crimson iky. Thy figure float* along. "Seek'st tluw the pla»hy brink, Of weedy lake, or merge of river wide ; Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chaffed ocean side ; "There is a Power, whose care Teaches thy way along the pathless coast, The desert...

...the cold, thin, atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome laud, Though the dark night is near. There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along...illimitable air — Lone wandering — but not lost. Thou art gone — the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form." In those pure fields of ether, unvisited...

...and terrible, without tracing that sublimity and beauty to a divine source; without feeling that " There is a power whose care Teaches thy way along...and illimitable air, Lone wandering, but not lost." The divinities of Greece were not held by the people to be mere passive phantoms. They are supposed...

...way,2 Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou...Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rooking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side ? There is a power whose care Teaches thy way...

...billows rise and sink On the chaffed ocean side ; "There is a Power, whose care Teaches thy way along the pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air, Lone wandering, but not lost " Thou'rt gone ! ihy abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form!" If few, they fly in one line, but...

...? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou...illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. Dl All day thy wings have fanned. At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary,...

..., Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou...illimitable air,— Lone wandering, but not lost. 9 > All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary,...

...? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. — Seek'st...illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost 5 All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary,...

...problem is solved ! This is doubtless an island, but a continent is near. Laud be to God !" CHAPTER VI. "There is a Power, whose care Teaches thy way along...illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost." Bur ANT. safe distance, stripped of most of their canvass, resembling craft that cruised leisurely...