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WILD SCENES AND SONG-BIEDS. 
yet a lightning the fountain of whicli 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 Dsedal 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, 
