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brought his constructive creativeness to bear, and soon 
through it equalized his individuahty 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 tlie string, 
And angels icill he horn lohilst thou dost singy Heeeick. 
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 1 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 garridous 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, 
