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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book:, ?AW AS, Invocation.?Two Species Of Phenomena, ?Form, Color, Sound; Desires, Affections, Thoughts, VoliTions.?Latter Symbols To Former.?Domain Of ReaSon.?Polar Elements.?Voice Of Reason And Truth. ?Affections Of Home.?Progress.?Succession.? Faith, Creeds.?Painting.?Music.?Poetry.?OraTor.?Historian.?Patriot.?Labors Of Man.?RePly.?Contrast.?Man's Ideal Not Found In Man. chapter{{Section 4BEAUTY OF TRUTH. Idos I. T Source of beauty, inspiration, love, From life below, to seraph life above, Maker and Lord of continent and sea, Thy mercy hath been mindful e'en of me. For, I have lived where Freedom, Genius, Art, Descend from Thee and stir the human heart; O'er all I see the Beauty of the True, Like stars in fountains, morn in drops of dew: I hear the voice of ancient Time rehearse The Veda, Saga, Myth. Aonian verse, Where man his fresh, ethereal vigor tries, To solve tbe mysteries of earth and skies. I find the future mirror'd in the past, Th3' finger mirror'd in the Fair, the Vast; I feast with Reason, and bright gleams have shone, Through Man and Nature, from the blue Unknown; I lean with Faith, and treasure, line by line, Sweet revelations from thy Book divine. And now most thankful for the bliss unbought, I try the maze of feeling and of thought; I sing to man how beautiful Thou art; ? O, light and lead this inexperienced heart A stranger here, unconscious how, or why, I walk the earth; I circle round the sky I ? Fair mother, Earth, why deem our dust belinr? Thou too art heaven, if yonder worlds are so: ? In heaven I worship, though a wandering mite: Though rlay. 1 breathe; though dust, I sec the light A conscious atom on thy shining breast, I too have been the universal guest. Where arc the archives of this rolling Fane'/ Do land and sea no chronicle contain..