Some murmur at the ‘want of system’ in Richter's writings.A labyrinth! a flowery wilderness!Your Schiller has already given me great pleasure. I have been reading the ‘Revolt in the Netherlands’ with intense interest, and have reflected much upon it. The volumes are numbered in my little book-case, and as the eye runs over them, I thank the friendly heart that put all this genius and passion within my power. I am glad, too, that you thought of lending me ‘Bigelow's Elements.’ I have studied the Architecture attentively, till I feel quite mistress of it all
Some in thy ‘slip-boxes’ and ‘honey-moons’
Complain of—want of order, I confess,
But not of system in its highest sense.
Who asks a guiding clue through this wide mind,
In love of Nature such will surely find.
In tropic climes, live like the tropic bird,
Whene'er a spice-fraught grove may tempt thy stay;
Nor be by cares of colder climes disturbed-
No frost the summer's bloom shall drive away;
Nature's wide temple and the azure dome
Have plan enough for the free spirit's home!
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