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THE HONEY-MAKERS. 
that he exclaimed, “ Oh, for one year of con- 
tinued light and heat, that I might work with- 
out interruption 1” And again he says, — and shall 
we not unite with him? — “O God! how thy 
works infinitely surpass the reach of our feeble 
understandings ; all that we actually know of 
thee, or ever can, is but a faint and lifeless 
shadow of thy adorable perfections, in contem- 
plation of which the brightest understandings 
grow bewildered.” 
