ABSTRACT
Eden, Only long hidden it slept, and now again is revealed. Man unconsciously uses figures of speech every moment, Little dreaming the cause why to such terms he is prone, Little dreaming that every thing here has its own
correspondence Folded within its form, as in the body the soul. Gleams of the mystery fall on us still, though much is
forgotten, And through our commonest speech, illumine the path of
our thoughts.
