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 "Why, what is this patient entrance into nature's deep resources, But the child's most gradual learning to walk straightly without bane—? When we drive out, from the cloud of steam, majestical white horses, Are we greater than the first men, who led black ones by the mane?

"If we sided with the eagles, if we struck the stars in rising. If we wrapped the globe intensely, with one hot electric breath, 'Twere but power within our tether—no new spirit-power conferring— And in life we were not greater men, nor bolder men in death."

She was patient with my talking; and I loved her—loved her certes. As I loved all Heavenly objects, with uplifted eyes and hands!