148 WILD SCENES AND SONG-BIKDS. 



yet a lightning the fountain of which may be the sun, while 

 the eternity of God's own life may be the source of that 

 higher soul in man. 



His soul is creative, and peoples the chambers of its im- 

 agery with rare and gorgeous creatures. Then why may it 

 not be as we have shown it must, from the necessities of its 

 origin and existence that this lower or Earth Soul is like- 

 wise creative, and all things that it contains, the expression 

 of this self-exercised, self-modifying power, in thoughts that 

 walk, run, creep, are still, or fly ? 



A union of the two energies, the Spiritual and Sensuous, 

 seems to have been necessary to the consummation of things 

 as they are. 



The purely Spiritual could know nothing of the Sensuous, 

 except as an abstract idea ; nor could the purely Sensuous 

 know the Spiritual at all, except through vague and unde- 

 fined images of power ; and this very necessity for the inter- 

 position of an image precludes the possibility of any knowl- 

 edge of its essence. 



Hence it appears to us, that the life of the Sensuous must 

 have been confined to simple consciousness a mere direct 

 knowledge of external things, as they appealed to its senses, 

 effected its organization ; while its being, to the Spiritual, was 

 only a cold and lifeless reflex, such as we have described the 

 inverted landscape in the lake to have been. 



Now we fancy that, to angelic vision, which alone, under 

 God, regarded things from the Universe as a point of view, 

 our world must have hung upon space about as unnaturally 

 as that morning picture did, and all its action have seemed 

 as the shadow of a Bird passing over it would have done to 

 us from our point of view. 



-The Daedal earth, 



That island in the ocean of the world, 

 Hung in its cloud of all sustaining air ; 

 But this divinest universe 

 Was yet a chaos and a curse, 



