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brought his constructive creativeness to bear, and soon 

 through it equalized his individuality with all. From the 

 time of 



" Jubal's pipe awakening the young echoes," 



down to the present, his art has grown until his creatures 

 in emulation of his mother have become alive, and he can 



" With fleet fingers make 



His liquid- voiced comrade talk with him 

 It can talk measured music eloquently." 



And now oh rarest miracle ! wondrous consummation ! 



" Let but thy voice engender with the string, 

 And angels will be born whilst ihou dost sing" HEEEICZ. 



Here is the triumph, " in special," of Man's creativeness over 

 that of Earth ! We should like to see the old Dame or any 

 of her Poet-Birds surpass this charmingly-refined mode of 

 populating a Heaven ! But yet, withal, it is the legitimate 

 procreation of 



"Music married to immortal verse," 



and the logical deduction from our " foregone conclusions," 

 that while Earth's music notes are embodied in the forms 

 of Birds, those of Man become angels ! 



Birds love best " the bedabbled morn," and their boldest, 

 freest song bursts forth in wild, sweet garrulous greeting to 

 the sun while their evening hymns are plaining, low and 

 mellow ! Our Poets have not been remarkable for seeing 

 the sun rise. They permit 



" Full many a glorious morn 

 To flatter the mountain-tops" 



unreproved of them. They rather affect the ghostly watches 

 of the moon, and given to becoming somewhat "mellow" 



