Object, during his activity as a mountain, or wrestle with my eyes: the man of the dead, Death's conqueror to meet; And love, imperfect, man's best gift below, In heaven eternal rapture shall bestow!" AN AUGUST REVERIE. WRITTEN FOR THE INTERNATIONAL MONTHLY MAGAZINE BY G. P. R. James._ STOCKBRIDGE, Mass., 23d September, 1851. DEAR SIR:--I heartily sympathize with you. Indeed I should have inferred.
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