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that the age of miracles appeared to have
returned. Thin iron ties were laid over the
earth, and along these the heavily-laden waggons
flew on the wings of steam, with the
swallow’s flight; mountains were compelled to
open themselves to the inquiring spirit of the age;
the plains were obliged to raise themselves; and
then thought was borne in words, through metal
wires, with the lightning’s speed, to distant
towns. "Life! life!" it sounded through the
whole of nature. "It is our time! Poet, thou
dost possess it! Sing of it in spirit and in
truth!"
And the genius of Knowledge raised the
shining sword; he raised it far out into
space, and then – what a sight! It was as
when the sunbeams shine through a crevice in
the wall in a dark space, and appear to us a
revolving column of myriads of grains of dust;
but every grain of dust here was a world!
The sight he saw was our starry firmament!
Thy earth is a grain of dust here, but a speck
whose wonders astonish thee; only a grain of
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