...silent ecstasy. Yet wert thou once a worm, a thing that crept On the bare earth, then wrought a tomh and slept ! And such is man ! soon from his cell of clay To shine resplendent in the blaze of day.' Seizing the hand of Smendis, Rameses exclaimed : * my full...

...thing that crept On the hare earth, then wrought a tomb and slept. And such is man; soon from his rell of clay To burst a seraph in the blaze of day! WRITTEN IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY OCTOBER 10, 1806. ' WHOI'KR thon art, approach, and, with a sigh, Mark where the small remains of Greatness lie.» There...

...ecslary! — Vet wert thou once a worm, a thing that crept On ihe bare earth, then wroLght a lomb nnd slept And such is man : soon from his cell of clay...of day ! WRITTEN IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY. OCTOBER 10, 1800.1 WHOE'ER thou art, approach, and, '»¡'ha sigh, Mark where the small remains of greatness lie.1...

...blessed by the beautiful Houris in Mahomet's paradise. ' In that awful moment, when the spirit is " Soon from his cell of clay, To burst a seraph in the blaze of day," *he mind is prone to yield to those feelings, which it might, perhaps, in the turmoil of the living...

...mean type of man as a mortal and immortal being. This ' Child of the Sun,' as a Poet terms it, ' Was once a worm, a thing that crept On the bare earth,...cell of clay To burst a seraph in the blaze of day !' But amidst the numerous objects which might engage our minds at this season, the hay-field must...

...brightly, wafted lightly," should lift you above the difficulties of your Christian creed. Yep, that was once a worm, a thing that crept On the bare earth,...slept : And such is man, soon from his cell of clay To bunt, * seraph, in the blaze of day. So much for the illustration of the language of our text, and...

...the silent green-wood shade ; These simple joys, that never fail, Shall bind me to my native vale. DD TO THE BUTTERFLY. CHILD of the sun ! pursue thy rapturous...burst a seraph in the blaze of day! • WRITTEN IN THE HIGHLANDS OF SCOTLAND, SEPTEMaER 2, 181'2. BLUE was the loch, the clouds were gone, Ben-Lomond...

...silent green-wood shade; These simple joys, that never fail, Shall bind me to my native vale. i) i) TO THE BUTTERFLY. CHILD of the sun] pursue thy rapturous...cell of clay To burst a seraph in the blaze of day! WUITTKN IN THE HIGHLANDS OF SCOTLAND, SKPTKMBER 2, 1812. BLUE was the loch, the clouds were gone, Ben-Lomond...

...silent green-wood shade ; These simple joys, that never fail, Shall bind me to my native vale. I) D 201 TO THE BUTTERFLY. CHILD of the sun ! pursue thy rapturous...cell of clay To burst a seraph in the blaze of day! Night fell ; and dark and darker grew That narrow sea, that narrow sky, As o'er the glimmering waves...

...concluding1 lines of the same quotation, making some allowance for a little poetical embellishment. " And such is man, soon from his cell of clay To burst a seraph in the blaze of day." On the whole, therefore, as nothing in the material world is annihilated, but simply by decomposition...