voice was peal-ingforththemusic of The EverlastingYea, nearingthe end: It is with mansSoul as it was with Nature: the begin-ning of Creation is—Light. Till the eyehave vision, the whole members are inbonds. Divine moment, when over thetempest-tost Soul, as once over the wild-weltering Chaos, it is… … THE FLOWERS OF MY GARDEN RED, RED ROSE The mad primeval Discord is hushed;the rudely-jumbled conflicting elementsbind themselves into separate Firma-ments: deep, silent rock-foundations arebuilt beneath; and the skyey-vault withits everlasting Luminaries above: in-stead of a dark wasteful Chaos, we…
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