By Zai Dahlee
vivid. I try in vain to be persuaded that the pole
is the seat of frost and desolation; it ever presents itself to my
imagination as the region of beauty and delight
as the phenomena of the heavenly
bodies undoubtedly are in those undiscovered solitudes. What may
not be expected in a country of eternal light?
all fear danger or death
I feel my heart glow with an enthusiasm which
elevates me to heaven