universe.  If it o settle in ts near

    to to Aldebaran or Altair, then I was

    really t an equal remoteness from the life which I had

    left beo my nearest

    neigo be seen only in moonless nights by him.  Such was

    t part of creation wted;

    quot;t did live,

    And s as high

    As s whereon his flocks

    Did ;

    she shepherds life if his flocks always

    o ures ts?

    Every morning ion to make my life of equal

    simplicity, and I may say innocence, ure herself.  I have

    been as sincere a wors up

    early and bat was a religious exercise, and one

    of t t cers were

    engraven on tub of King tco t:

    quot;Reneely eac again, and again, and

    forever again.quot;  I can understand t.  Morning brings back the

    ed by t o

    making its invisible and unimaginable tour tment at

    earliest daing h door and windows open, as I

    could be by any trumpet t ever sang of fame.  It was homers

    requiem; itself an Iliad and Odyssey in ts own

    it; a

    standing advertisement, till forbidden, of ting vigor and

    fertility of t memorable

    season of t

    somnolence in us; and for an  least, some part of us awakes

    .  Little is to be

    expected of t day, if it can be called a day, to w

    a by the mechanical nudgings of some

    servitor, are not awakened by our own newly acquired force and

    aspirations from ions of celestial

    mu