[From Huxley's translation of Goethe's Aphorisms.] 



IHature ! "Ode are surrounDeD anD embraced bg ber : 

 powerless to separate ourselves trom ber, anD powerless 

 to penetrate begonb ber. . . . 



TUfle live in ber miDst ano know ber not. Sbe ts incess* 

 antlg speaking to us, but betrays not ber secret. . . . 



Sbe rejoices in illusion. Idboso Destroys it in bimself 

 ano otbers, bim sbe punisbes witb tbe sternest tgrannp.. 

 Wboso follows ber in faitb, bim sbe takes as a cbilD to ber 

 bosom. 



Sbe wraps man in Darkness, ano makes bim for ever 

 long for ligbt. Sbe creates bim DepenDent upon tbe eartb, 

 Dull ano beavg ; ano set is always sbaking bim until be 

 attempts to soar above it. ... 



$ praise ber ano all ber works. 



Sbe bas brougbt me bere anD will also leaD me awap.. 

 5 trust ber. Sbe mag scolo me, but sbe will not bate ber 

 work. 5t was not 5 wbo spoke of ber. IRo ! trabat is false 

 anD wbat is true, sbe bas spoken it all. Gbe fault, tbe merit, 

 is all bers. . . . 



Bverp. one sees ber in bis own fasbion. Sbe bioes unoer 

 a tbousano names anD pbrases, anD ts always tbe same. 



5 praise ber anD all ber works. Sbe is silent anD wise. 5 

 trust ber. 



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