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I love all beauty ! Animate or inanimate , the fabric of nature or the work of art , still shall beauty be ever welcome to me , as it has been from the earliest perception of my childhood until now . Many and strange are the scenes on which I have gazed ; many are the harsh lessons I have unwillingly learned ; painful has been each succeeding discovery of worldly deceit in those who were most trusted ; bitter was it to find that outward beauty could sometimes cover inward deformity ; yet still , fall what may , in riches and in poverty , in sickness and in health , under whatever form beauty approaches me , to see it is to love it . Beauty is love , and love is beauty . When universal love shall enwrap the whole earth as with a garment , then shall universal beauty follow in its train .
Hark ! what sound is that ? A noble ship is flying through the watery waste , with her tall masts straining , and her canvass flying loose , where old ocean clips earth s central line with his broad girdle . The transient hurricane rushes along in its mad career , which no craft formed by human hands may resist . The heavens are black as night , and the surface of the sea is smooth , while still the rushing wind increases , and the shuddering vessel flies like a guilty thing before it , till the harsh voice of the mariner rises with an unearthly sound , faintly heard amidst the whistling uproar , and ' fourteen knots * startles the watchful master , as the craft
is laid gunwale under , and again rights with the loss of her canvass , blown from the ropes that helcl it . Now are heard the pattering raindrops , large , few , and heavy ; they increase ; the wind blows less furiously ; the rain comes heavier , the drops fall faster , faster still ; the water falls in torrents—in sheets—till the decks are swimming , and the scuppers scarcely give it escape . The wind is gone , and there is a dead calm ; the manners have fled from the disease-imparting deluge to seek refuge in the hollow of the vessel ; downwards , downwards , vertically as the line of the builder , still falls the torrent from ' heaven ' s windows , ' and not a sound interrupts its hissing plash on the bosom of the salt deep , which in moveless apathy receives the falling waters to its embrace . Still are the heavens dark , and to the westward , dense masses of black clouds are piling one on the other in horrible thickness , looking as though they might be grasped with the hand . The vessel stirs not , and the steersman leaves the helm to seek
dry garments , while the lately-peopled deck remains deserted , and the symmetric craft looms through her watery drapery like a phantom shi p * Hope dawns again . Mark where the clouds are parting ; see the black changing to grey , still dark , but with floculent masses gradually separating ; a red tint is spreading along a central
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Feb. 2, 1833, page 89, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2608/page/21/
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