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beings, and get tAey syn.pGtkize act sOitR as. sos IOve ths GOaOers, tke grass, tke sOatsrs, and the sky. In the motion cf the ,Ueyy Ie0Ues of Spring, in the blue 0ir, there is hsn found q secret correspondence .Cith our hcGrt. There is eIOquence in tke tOnguclcss Oiaad, and e melody in the FOaO- ing brooks and the rMstling Of the reeds beside them, Ukick, by their incOnceiUable relation to something sUithin tkc souls, 0scGken the spirits to dances of bre0thless rapture, aud bring tears of mysterious tcn- dermess to thc eyes, Hke the enthusiasm cf patriotic success, or the UOice cf one be- tOUed singing to yOu alone. Sterne says th0t # he s0ere in c desert he scOmId lOUe some cypress. So soon ds this wGnt or PO'c- CT is dead, man becomes e Ii0ing sepulchre Of himself, and whGt yTt surviUes, is the mere huSk of schat once he was.'