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ing he knows not whence, he opens his 

 eyes upon a world which is as new to him 

 as is the virgin continent to the first dis- 

 coverer. It matters not that countless eyes 

 have already opened and closed on the 

 same magical appearances, that numberless 

 feet have trodden the same paths ; for him 

 the morning star still shines on the first 

 day, and the dew of the primeval night is 

 still on the flowers. Day by day light and 

 shadow fall in unbroken succession on the 

 sensitive surface of his mind, and gradually 

 an elementary order discovers itself in the 

 regularity of these recurring impressions. 

 Form, colour, distance, size, relativity of 

 position are felt rather than seen, and the 

 dim and confused mass of sensations dis- 

 covers something trustworthy and stable 

 behind. Nature is now simple appearance ; 

 thought has not begun to inquire where the 

 lantern is hidden which throws this wonder- 

 ful picture on the clouds, nor who it is that 

 shifts the scenes. Day and night alter- 

 nately spread out a changeful succession of 

 wonders simply that the young eyes may 

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