THE PONTIFF ALONE.

Soul of the universe! but for thee, the vast ocean were but a motionless

and frozen lump: the earth a barren heap of sand and mud; the atmosphere

a gloomy void. Thou cherishedst the elements with thy vivifying and

genial warmth; the air became fluid and insinuating, the waters moist

and yielding, the earth animated and fruitful. Every thing took life;

every thing wore the face of beauty. The elements, those universal

parents which till then had lain fast locked in the chill arms of rest,

now moved into alliance. The fire slid into the bosom of the waters: the

waters parting into vapour, flew aloft, and spread themselves through

the air: from the air, the earth received into her womb the precious

rudiments of fertility: then began she to bring forth the unceasing

fruits of that ever-renewing love, first kindled by thy rays.

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