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The glow of the cloud is darkening fast, 



And the sunny mist is almost past ; 



And thy lyre is lying all unstrung ; 



And thy matin hymn is still unsung; 



And thy lip i mute, and thy knee unbending, 



Nor is yet the sweet prayer to heaven ascending. 



What ! slumbering still ! Arise, arise ! 



For thy lively dreams are fantasies, 



And mock thy waking ; but come with me 



And listen to life's reality. 



And come and muse on that deeper sleep, 



O'er which Hope will her silent vigils keep, 



And soothe and shield with her guardian wing 



The Spirit's secret fluttering ; 



And lead it on to that brighter day, 



Which knows no evening and no decay. 



7th. My uncle says, that agriculture is only 

 gardening on an enlarged scale ; and that all the 

 implements are only magnified garden tools. 

 The sharp edge of the sloping ploughshare 

 turns up the earth in the same manner as the 

 spade, which is put into the ground in a slanting 

 direction ; but the plough being drawn by ani- 

 mals, whose strength is far superior to that of 

 man, in a few hours the earth is separated and 

 thrown back 5 in a space that, to be dug, must 

 have occupied days. 



The harrow is only a large rake, and is useful, 

 not only in breaking the clods of earth, but in 

 covering over the newly sown seeds. What use- 

 ful inventions were these machines, and all the 

 improvements that have been made in them ! 



My uncle explained to me, that vegetation is 

 the common source from whence all animals 



