leaves a feeling that all is left unsaid; for the reason of their
incapacity to know each other, though they use the same words.
They go on from one explanation to another but things seem to
stand about as they did in the beginning "because of that vicious
assumption." But we would rather believe that music is beyond any
analogy to word language and that the time is coming, but not in
our lifetime, when it will develop possibilities unconceivable
now,--a language, so transcendent, that its heights and depths
will be common to all mankind.


II--Emerson


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It has seemed to the writer, that Emerson is greater--his
identity more complete perhaps--in the realms of revelation--
natural disclosure--than in those of poetry, philosophy, or
prophecy. Though a great poet and prophet, he is greater,
possibly, as an invader of the unknown,--America's deepest
explorer of the spiritual immensities,--a seer painting his
discoveries in masses and with any color that may lie at hand--
cosmic, religious, human, even sensuous; a recorder, freely
describing the inevitable struggle in the soul's uprise--
perceiving from this inward source alone, that every "ultimate
fact is only the first of a new series"; a discoverer, whose
heart knows, with Voltaire, "that man seriously reflects when
left alone," and would then discover, if he can, that "wondrous