‘Tis borne on the zephyr at eventide’s hour;It falls on the heart like the dew on the flower, —An infinite essence from tropic to pole,The promise, the home, and the heaven of Soul.
There
are certain so-called "inalienable rights" to which every man is born, and which, though circumstances or environment may not apparently permit him to assert his title openly, he should never lose sight of.
It
was a true instinct which animated the ancient peoples when they turned from worship of the moon to the worship of the sun, from the queen of the night to the lord of the day.
Every
one knows that marvelous description of night, which the Herr Professor poured out, as he peered down, over the gabled roofs of the great spreading city, wrapped in smoke shot only with the dull gleam of fingers of lamplight.
The
poets, on the whole, have been great materialists, and that, it is to be supposed, is the reason why men in every way so unlike as the authors of "Hudibras" and "Queen Mab," have seen so clearly the invisible link between sleep and death.
When
Paul, writing to the Galatian church, declared that the Spirit lusted against the flesh and the flesh against the Spirit, he referred, of course, to the perpetual effort of the material senses to drown any spark of spiritual perception in a sea of materiality.
