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There is a light above, which visible 
Makes the Creator unto every creature, 
Who only in beholding Him has peace. 
—xxx, 100-102. 
Light intellectual replete with love, 
Love of true good replete with ecstasy, 
Ecstasy that transcendeth every sweetness. 
—xxx, 40. 
In presence of that light, one such becomes, 
That to withdraw therefrom for other prospect, 
It is impossible he e’er consent. 
Because the good, which object is of will, 
Is gathered all in this, and out of it 
That is defective which is perfect there. 
—xxxiii, 100-105. 
Indian 
An orange blossoming vine. 
Patience and Endurance. 
HE brave man/’ says a good writer, “will not be baffled, but tries and 
tries again.” 
The tree—to speak again in similitudes—does not fall at the first 
stroke, but only by repeated strokes and after great labor. 
And as comets are sometimes revealed by eclipses, so heroes are 
brought to light by sudden calamity. It seems as if, in certain cases, 
genius, like iron struck by the flint, needed the sharp and sudden blow of 
adversity, to bring out the divine spark. There are natures which blossom 
