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...are the productions of the Almighty, and therefore their mutual adaptation illustrates his wisdom. " How often we forget all time, when lone, Admiring...waters,— the intense Reply of hers to our intelligence /" St. Clement in his apostolical address to the Corinthians, alludes to the symbolical nature of day...