My dear Sir,—I have looked over Mr. Grundtvig’s manuscripts.

Are all begotten. And even now arise

From out the loams how many living things-

Concreted by the rains and heat of the sun.

Wherefore 'tis less a marvel, if they sprang

In Long Ago more many, and more big,

Matured of those days in the fresh young years

Of earth and ether. First of all, the race

Of the winged ones and parti-coloured birds,