So runs my dream: but what am I? THE wish, that of the living whole Are God and Nature then at strife, That I, considering everywhere I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs, That slope through darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call Evil shall end in Good. To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope. 41 "So careful of the type?" but no. "Thou makest thine appeal to me : Man, her last work, who seemed so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who rolled the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer, Who trusted God was love indeed, Who loved, who suffered countless ills, No more? A monster then, a dream, A discord. Dragons of the prime, That tare each other in their slime, Were mellow music matched with him. Oh life as futile, then, as frail ! Oh for thy voice to soothe and bless! What hope of answer, or redress? BEHIND THE VEIL, BEHIND THE VEIL! Oppositions of Science falsely so called. 43 OPPOSITIONS OF SCIENCE FALSELY SO CALLED. TRUST I have not wasted breath: I think we are not wholly brain, Magnetic mockeries; not in vain, Like Paul with beasts, I fought with Death. Not only cunning casts in clay : Let Science prove we are, and then Let him, the wiser man who springs THROUGH A GLASS DARKLY. HE human spirits saw I on a day, way; And hardly tasking, subtly questioning, low, We know not, what avails to know? wherefore need we know? This answer gave they still unto his suing,— We know not, let us do as we are doing. Dost thou not know that these things only seem? I know not, let me dream my dream. I know not, let me think my thought. |