ray.  Their eyes are like glow-worms, and their motions graceful and flowing, as if a place were already found for them, like rivers flowing through valleys.  The distinctions of morality, of right and wrong, sense and nonsense, are petty, and have lost their significance, beside these pure primeval natures.  When I consider the clouds stretched in stupendous masses across the sky, frowning with darkness or glowing with downy light, or gilded with the rays of the setting sun, like the battlements of a city in the heavens, their grandeur appears thrown away on the meanness of my employment; the drapery is altogether too rich for such poor acting.  I am hardly worthy to be a suburban dweller outside those walls

             “Unless above himself he can
     Erect himself, how poor a thing is man!”

With our music we would fain challenge transiently another and finer sort of intercourse than our daily toil permits.  The strains come back to us amended in the echo, as when a friend reads our verse.  Why have they so painted the fruits, and freighted them with such fragrance as to satisfy a more than animal appetite?

“I asked the schoolman, his advice was free,
But scored me out too intricate a way.”

These things imply, perchance, that we live on the verge of another and purer realm, from which these odors and sounds are wafted over to us.  The borders of our plot are set with flowers, whose seeds were blown from more Elysian fields adjacent.  They are the pot-herbs of the gods.  Some fairer fruits and sweeter fragrances wafted over to us, betray another realm’s vicinity.  There, too, does Echo dwell, and there is the abutment of the rainbow’s arch.

     A finer race and finer fed
     Feast and revel o’er our head,
     And we titmen are only able
     To catch the fragments from their table. 
     Theirs is the fragrance of the fruits,
     While we consume the pulp and roots. 
     What are the moments that we stand
     Astonished on the Olympian land!

We need pray for no higher heaven than the pure senses can furnish, a purely sensuous life.  Our present senses are but the rudiments of what they are destined to become.  We are comparatively deaf and dumb and blind, and without smell or taste or feeling.  Every generation makes the discovery, that its divine vigor has been dissipated, and each sense and faculty misapplied and debauched.  The ears were made, not for such trivial uses as men are wont to suppose, but to hear celestial sounds.  The eyes were not made for such grovelling uses as they are now put to and worn out by, but to behold beauty now invisible.  May we not see God?  Are we to be put off and amused in this life, as it were with a mere allegory?  Is not Nature, rightly read, that of which she is commonly taken to be the symbol merely?  When the common man looks into the sky, which he has not so much profaned,