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THE GREAT STONE FACE. 55 and Ernest talked together. Often had the poet held intercourse with the wittiest and the wisest, but never before with a man like Ernest, whose thoughts and feel- ings gushed up with such a natural freedom, and who made great truths SO familiar by his simple utterance of them. Angels, as had been SO often said, seemed to have wrought with him at his labor in the fields; angels seemed to have sat with him by the fireside; and, dwell- ing with angels as friend with friends, he had imbibed the sublimity of their ideas, and imbued it with the sweet and lowly charm of household words. So thought the poet. And Ernest, on the other hand, was moved and agitated by the living images which the poet flung out of his mind, and which peopled all the air about the cottage-door with shapes of beauty, both gay and pensive. The sympathies of these two men instructed them with a profounder sense than either could have attained alone. Their minds accorded into one strain, and made delight- ful music which neither of them could have claimed as all his own, nor distinguished his own share from the other's. They led one another, as it were, into a high pavilion of their thoughts, SO remote, and hitherto SO dim, that they had never entered it before, and SO beautiful that they desired to be there always. As Ernest listened to the poet, he imagined that the Great Stone Face was bending forward to listen too. Ile gazed earnestly into the poet's glowing eyes. "Who are you, my strangely gifted guest?" he said. The poet laid his finger on the volume that Ernest had been reading. " You have read these poems," said he. You know me, then, - for I wrote them." Again, and still more earnestly than before, Ernest

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