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Lov'st thou in the blithe hour of April dawns—nay marvelest thou not—to hear the ravishing music that the small birds make in garden or woodland, rapturously heralding the break of day; when the first lark on high hath warn'd the vigilant robin of the sun's approach, and he on slender pipe calleth the nesting tribes to awake and fill and thrill their myriad-warbling throats ? Hast thou then thought that all this ravishing music, that stirreth so thy heart, making thee dream of things illimitable, unsearchable and of heavenly import, is but a light disturbance of the atoms of air, whose jostling ripples, gather'd within the ear, are tuned to resonant scale, and thence by the enthron'd mind received as heralds of high spiritual significance ?