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may litly close by quoting those spirit-stirring and appropriate lines of 

 Campbell : 



Eternal Nature, when thy giant hand 



The wave upheaved and fixed the tremblino- land. 



When life sprang startling at tby plastic call, 



Endless her forms, and man the lord of all — 



Say, was that noble form, inspired by thee, 



To wear eternal chains and bow the knee? 



Was man ordained the slave of man to toil, 

 Yoked to the brutes, and fettered to the soil. 

 Weighed in the balance with a tyrant's gold? 

 No, Nature has cast us in a heavenly mould. 

 She bids no wretch his thankless labour urge, 

 And, trembling, take the pittance and the scourge. 



Tyrants, in vain ye trace the wizard ring,. 

 Ye can not limit Mind's unwearied spring. 



