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Text for Page 171 [09-27-1850]

              night, and there in the big sitting room with Mapother, Martin,
traveller Butler &c. &c.    gazing out o�window at the grandest, most
awful storm it hath been my fortune to witness.    Broad and constant
sheets of violet hued lightnings lighting up each surrounding object most vividly,
rain drops sparkling like jewels; driving, drenching sheets of water
and howling wind and long loud bellowing thunder reverberations. Talk
of electricity, of galvanism, of soul and pineal gland &c.  /     Our
knowledge of the detail of cause and effect vulgarizes and renders
common all things, grand though they may be.    The Pagan of the
old world in a storm saw Zeus incensed, darting his lightning-messengers
of anger on impious and ungrateful men below, � now it is but the
meeting and combustion of gales.     Oh the old Greek world, making
poetry of each days detail of life, all beauty and no horror in creed;
gods sympathetic and human! � is this Mammon ruled Nineteenth
Century after All better?   What a life of dollar-hunting is this,
striving for that you at once desire and despise.         Oh to have been
a shepherd on Parnassus, believing that the Great God Apollo haunted 
its temple and leafy laurelled shade. To have loved, and piped
and lain neath trees, and tended sheep, and when boughs stirred
knowing some kindly Faun was peeping through them � to have
believed and lived, thought and acted poetry! Ah me!
				I�d rather be
	A Pagan suckled in a creed out worn
	So might I, standing on this pleasant lea
	Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn
	Have sight of Proteus coming from the sea
	Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.               
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