All Nature, from the beginning, is made to issue forth from the joy God has in making, in embodying his thought in form; and when one form has been made and rejoiced in, in making another still more lovely on the foundation of the last.

So, joy after joy, the world was built, till, in the life of all he has made, God sees his ancient rapture of movement and power, and feels his delight renewed.

I will not quote it here, but only mark that we and the "eddying of our living soul" have nothing to do with the making of this Nature.

It is not even the thoughts of God in us.

God and Nature are alone, and were alone together countless years before we were born.