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IX.
O Lady ! we receive but what we give,
And in our life alone does nature live:
Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! * * *
Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth, A light, a glor}-, a fair luminous cloud,
Enveloping the Earth— And from the, soul itself must there be sent
A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
Coleridge.
FroM this time, until I arrived at the palace of Fairy Land, I can attempt no consecutive account of my wanderings and adventures. Everything, henceforward, existed for me in its relation to my attendant. What influence he exercised upon everything into contact with which I was brought, may be understood from a few detached instances. To begin with this very day on which he first joined me: after I had walked heartlessly along for two or three hours, I was very weary, and lay down to rest in a most delightful part of the forest, carpeted
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