There is no great and no small
To the Soul that maketh all:
And where it cometh, all things are;
And it cometh everywhere.
I am owner of the sphere,
Of the seven stars and the solar year,
Of Caesar\'s hand, and Plato\'s brain,
Of Lord Christ\'s heart, and Shakspeare\'s strain.
ESSAY I History
There is one mind common to all individual men. Every man is an inlet to the same and to

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