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* His parent hand, 
From the mute shell- fish gasping on the shorn 
To men, to angels, to celestial minds, 
For ever leads the generations on 
To higher scenes of being ; while supplied 
From day to day with his enlivening breath, 
Inferior orders in succession rise 
To fill the void below.* 
Akenside. — Pleasures of the Imagination* 
