coetaneous
growth of
the parts;
they will
one day be
members,
and obey
one will.
On that
one will,
on that
secret
cause,
they nail
our
attention
and hope.
Life is
hereby
melted
into an
expectation
or a
religion.
Underneath
the
inharmonious
and
trivial
particulars,
is a
musical
perfection;
the Ideal
journeying
always
with us,
the heaven
without
rent or
seam. Do
but
observe
the mode
of our
illumination.
When I
converse
with a
profound
