with the imbeddings like a head-piece, what is its history? Who lives there? Who do the old to fulfill the giant requirements and fill the great human destiny! After all, earth and sky, fields and tem- ples are the grandest poem, so grand if can never be written in its entirety, only here a distich, two carol you may sing. But the whole? What soul could grasp it. What intellect under- stand it written? The page is there out- spread before us: but who dare sullip it with