blended with a darker power, deeper, mightier, and more
universal than the conscious intellect of man; than
intelligence--all these thoughts passed in procession before our
minds."--Coleridge's _Biographia Literaria_, vol. ii. p. 127.
edit. 1817. {92}

[The noble passage from Taylor's _Holy Dying_, which Coleridge
recreated, is subjoined.]

"As when the sun approaches towards the gates of the morning, he
first opens a little eye of heaven, and sends away the spirits
of darkness, and gives light to a cock, and calls up the lark to
matins, and by and bye gilds the fringes of a cloud, and peeps
over the eastern hills, thrusting out his golden horns like
those which decked the brows of Moses, when he was forced to
wear a veil, because himself had seen the face of God; and
still, while a man tells the story, the sun gets up higher, till
he shows a fair face and a full light, and then he shines one
whole day, under a cloud often, and sometimes weeping great and
little showers, and sets quickly; so is a man's reason and his
life."

--Jeremy Taylor's _Holy Dying_.

C.K.


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