text:  In the loftier aspirations of such a mind there must be much that is obscure to every inferior intelligence; and it may be that its vast expanse can only be but dimly visible--it may be that the clouds of incense rising from the altar may veil from common eyes some portion of the stately temple they perfume; but we pity the man who should therefore close his eyes on a scene of beauty and sublimity or turn back from the threshold of the noble edifice in which he has been invited to survey the majesty of creative genius and where he will be taught to find "Books in the running brooks sermons in stones and good in every thing