that Christ from whom cometh the noblest inspiration, we exclaim in our own words:

Religion lies about our feet in flowers,
And over-diadems our head in stars;

While Deity breathes round us in spring winds,
And in the hush of woods, saith, "Peace! Be still!"

While all the thunders call us to repentance;

And Christ, high soul of music, love, and sunrise-
Christ-He of literature, theme, source, and model-
Shows something of His smile in all that's fair,
And glimpses of His heart in all that's gentle !

CXLVII. Memesis, Mimicry 409 CLXXVIII. Attitude...