“The light of love Not failing, perseverance from their steps Departing not, they shall at length obtain The glorious habit by which sense is made Subservient still to moral purposes, Auxiliar to divine. That change shall clothe The naked spirit, ceasing to deplore The burthen of existence.... ——So build we up the Being that we are; Thus deeply drinking-in the soul of things, We shall be wise perforce; and, while inspired By choice, and conscious that the Will is free, Unswerving shall we move as if impelled By strict necessity, along the path Of order and of good. Whate’er we see, Whate’er we feel, by agency direct Or indirect, shall tend to feed and nurse Our faculties, shall fix in calmer seats Of moral strength, and raise to loftier heights Of love divine, our intellectual soul.” —Wordsworth (“The Excursion,” Book IV.). LXII. 1, 2.—“... _winged words on which the soul would pierce Into the height of love’s rare Universe_.” The two lines are Shelley’s, in his “Epipsychidion.” 7.—“_Man’s destiny with woman’s blended be_.” “... in the long years liker must they grow; The man be more of woman, she of man.” —Tennyson (“The Princess,” Part VII.). _Id._—“Dans ma manière de sentir, je suis femme aux trois quarts.” —Ernest Renan (“Souvenirs d’Enfance”). _Id._... “Das Ewigweibliche Zieht uns hinan.” —Goethe (concluding two lines of “Faust”). 8.—“... _progression_, ...” “Unfolded out of the folds of the woman, man comes unfolded, and is always to come unfolded; Unfolded only out of the superbest woman of the earth, is to come the superbest man of the earth; Unfolded out of the friendliest woman is to come the friendliest man; Unfolded only out of the perfect body of a woman can a man be form’d of perfect body; Unfolded only out of the inimitable poem of the woman, can come the poems of man ... Unfolded out of the folds of the woman’s brain come all the folds of the man’s brain, duly obedient; Unfolded out of the justice of the woman all justice is unfolded; Unfolded out of the sympathy of the woman is all sympathy; A man is a great thing upon the earth, and through eternity—but every jot of the greatness of man is unfolded out of woman, First the man is shaped in the woman, he can then be shaped in himself.” —Walt Whitman (“Leaves of Grass”). LXIII. 2.—“... _the dream men named Divine_,—”