...us within a few degrees of the zero of temperature — the cold of that interstellar space — That lucid interspace of world and world. Where never creeps...falls the least white star of snow, Nor ever lowest rolling thunder moans, Nor sound of human sorrow mounts to mar The sacred everlasting calm. In this...

...Unfinished — if I go. The Gods, who haunt The lucid interspace of world and world, Where never creeps i cloud, or moves a wind, Nor ever falls the least white...of snow, Nor ever lowest roll of thunder moans, Nor sound of human sorrow mounts to mar Their sacred everlasting calm ! arid such, Not all so fine, nor...

...— if I go. The Gods, who hannt The lucid interspace of world and world, Where never creeps a clond, or moves a wind, Nor ever falls the least white star of suow, Nor ever lowest roll of thunder moans, Nor sound of human sorrow mounts to mar Their sacred everlasting...

...of mighty Gods. " The Gods ! and if I go my work is left Unfinish'd — if\ go. The Gods, who haunt The lucid interspace of world and world, Where never...of snow, Nor ever lowest roll of thunder moans, Nor sound of human sorrow mounts to mar Their sacred everlasting calm 1 and such, Not all so fine, nor...

...It needs the voice of God to speak light into existence, so that it may think wisely and rationally. "The lucid interspace of world and world, Where never...of snow, Nor ever lowest roll of thunder moans, Nor sound of human sorrow mounts to mar The sacred, everlasting calm." If heaven be thus far off in space,...

...movement and of effort, of designs conceived, and of difficulties overcome. . . . . " The Gods, who haunt The lucid interspace of world and world, Where never...of snow, Nor ever lowest roll of thunder moans, Nor sound of human sorrow mounts to mar Their sacred everlasting calm ! " • I need not say that such...

...Tranquillity," were little calculated to be models of human energy and action. " The Gods, who haunt The lucid interspace of world and world, Where never...of snow, Nor ever lowest roll of thunder moans. Nor sound of human sorrow mounts to mar Their sacred everlasting calm ! " mysteries, is enough to make...

...the {от; • ' visible things. 1 have been guided by Prof. Sylvester towards those serene heighs " Where never creeps a cloud, or moves a wind, Nor ever...of snow, Nor ever lowest roll of thunder moans, Nor sound of human sorrow mounts, to mar Their sacred everlasting calm." But who will lead me into that...

...secret the forms of visible things. I have 1 i guided by Prof. Sylvester towards those serene heights " Where never creeps a cloud, or moves a wind, Nor ever...of snow, Nor ever lowest roll of thunder moans, Nor sound of human sorrow mounts, to mar Their sacrod everlasting calm." But who will lead me into that...

...which all our greatest fain Would follow, centered in eternal calm . . . . . . The gods, who haunt The lucid interspace of world and world Where never...moves a wind, Nor ever falls the least white star of BDOW, Nor ever lowest roll of thunder moans, Nor sound of human sorrow mounts to mar Their sacred everlasting...