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THE WING. 



" Wings ! wings ! to sweep 

 O'er mountain high and valley deep. 

 ^^^s»-^ Wings ! that my heart may rest 

 "\- ^ In the radiant morning's breast. 



" Wings ! to liover free 

 , -j^ O'er the dawn-empurpled sea. 



' ^,^-' ^^ Wings! 'bove life to soar, 



/^y^^'" .^'"^ And beyond death for evermore." 



EUCKERT. 



It is the cry of the whole earth, of the world, of all 



life ; it is that which every species of animals or plants 



^ utters in a hundred diverse tongues — the voice which 



^^"" issues from the very rock and the inorganic creation: 



" Wings ! we seek for wings, and the power of flight and motion !" 



Yea; the most inert bodies rush greedily into the chemical trans- 

 formations which will make them part and parcel of the current of 

 the universal life, and bestow upon them the organs of movement 

 and fermentation. 



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