LETTERS FROM NEW-YORK.
BY L. MARIA CHILD,
AUTHOR OF THE MOTHER'S BOOK, THE GIRL'S BOOK, PHILOTHEA,
HISTORY OF WOMEN, ETC.
We receive but what we give,
And in our life alone does Nature live:
Ours is her wedding-garment, ours her shroud:
And would we aught behold of higher worth
Than that inanimate cold world, allowed
To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd,
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.
NEW-YORK:
CHARLES S. FRANCIS AND COMPANY, 252 BROADWAY.
BOSTON:
JAMES MUNROE & CO., WASHINGTON-STREET.
© M DCCC XLIII.
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