by a canopy of vapour, engendered by his incommunicable contemplations,
and that vapour—as you will sometimes see it—glorified by a rainbow, as
if Heaven itself had put its seal upon his thoughts. For, d'ye see,
rainbows do not visit the clear air; they only irradiate vapour. And so,
through all the thick mists of the dim doubts in my mind, divine
intuitions now and then shoot, enkindling my fog with a heavenly ray.
And for this I thank God; for all have doubts; many deny; but doubts or
denials, few along with them, have intuitions. Doubts of all things
earthly, and intuitions of some things heavenly; this combination makes
neither believer nor infidel, but makes a man who regards them both with
equal eye.
Other poets have warbled the praises of the soft eye of the antelope, and the lovely plumage of the bird that never alights; less celestial, I celebrate a tail.
Other poets have warbled the praises of the soft eye of the antelope, and the lovely plumage of the bird that never alights; less celestial, I celebrate a tail.

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