"O lady! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does nature live: Ours is her wedding garments ours her shrorwd!.

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Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth, A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud, Enveloping the Earth-- And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!" COLERIDGE.
From this time, until I arrived at the palace of Fairy Land, I can attempt no consecutive account of my wanderings and adventures.
Everything, henceforward, existed for me in its relation to my attendant.