now that I can do this in spite of their reverences--the occasion is lost--for thou art gone; --thy genius fled up to the stars from whence it came; --and that warm heart of thine, with all its generous and open vessels, compressed into a _clod of the valley!_

thou art gone; thy genius fled up to the stars from whence it came - and that warm and generous heart of thine, compressed into a clod of the valley!
