Wings ! wings ! to sweep 

 O'er mountain high and valley deep. 

 Wings ! that my heart may rest 

 In the radiant morning's breast. 



' Wings ! to hover free 

 O'er the dawn-empurpled sea. 

 Wings ! 'bove life to soar, 

 And beyond death for evermore." 



RUCKERT. 



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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