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an epic. We know now that this universe of ours is not built up 
like so many concentric shells ; that there is no limit or Primum 
Mobile. We have burst through all that, and we have found no 
chaos beyond fenced off on this side by a definite limit. We find 
what we believe to be chaos within our universe—vast pulps or 
welters of unformed matter lying disintegrated—the raw material of 
new universes; but they are not dead like Milton’s chaos, and 
irresponsive to the thrill and throb of movement, and therefore of 
life, but being governed and moved by those laws that pierce the : 
remotest limits of space, are being fashioned by the hand of the 
Divine Architect according to his eternal plans. 
Milton’s divisions of space are poetic only, but yet they have 
their own philosophy and teach their own lessons. Is not after all 
our universe-a mere drop hung from the Empyrean—heaven above 
it and close touching it, and impenetrable gloom all round it, and 
Hell far beneath it? If heaven does not closely touch us, then 
indeed we are banished and Paradise is Lost, never to be Regained. 
Let life be such that we shall have— 
‘* arth crammed with heaven, 
And every common bush aflame with God.” 
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