But this!—another look!

Wer.‍Gaze on it freely;

At day-dawn it is yours.

Iden.‍Oh, thou sweet sparkler!

Thou more than stone of the philosopher!

Thou touch-stone of Philosophy herself!330

Thou bright eye of the Mine! thou loadstar of

The soul! the true magnetic Pole to which

All hearts point duly north, like trembling needles!

Thou flaming Spirit of the Earth! which, sitting