Explore "The over-Soul" by Ralph Waldo Emerson on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
"But souls that of his own good life partake, / He loves as his own self; dear as his eye / They are to Him: He'll never them forsake: / When they shall die, then God himself shall die: / They live, they live in blest eternity. " / Henry More
Space is ample, east and west, / But two cannot go abreast, / Cannot travel in it two: / Yonder masterful cuckoo / Crowds every egg out of the nest, / Quick or dead, except its own; / A spell is laid on sod and stone, / Night and Day 've been tampered with, / Every quality and pith / Surcharged and sultry with a power / That works its will on age and hour.