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OLIVE BUDS.
—and when the nut ripens in the forest, after autumn comes with its sparkling frost. I know how the Bee is nourished in Winter, by that essence of the flowers, which her industry embalms, and I have learned to draw forth the kindness of the domestick animals, and to know the names of the birds that build their houses in my father's trees."
Then Thought inquired, "What knowledge hast thou of those who reason,—and have dominion over the things that God has created?" And I confessed,—"of my own race, save those who have nurtured me, I know nothing." I was troubled at my ignorance. So I went forth more widely, and earnestly regarded what passed among men.
