As weak compared with them, yet felt somehow A still voice from without said—" See'st thou not, Presumptuous on Wisdom's countenance, "No veil between; and can thy faltering hands "Pursue as well the toil their earnest blinking, "Whom radiance ne'er distracts, so clear descries? "If thou wouldst share their fortune, choose their eyes, "Unfed by splendour. Let each task present "Its petty good to thee. Waste not thy gifts "In profitless waiting for the gods' descent, "But have some idol of thine own to dress "With their array. Know, not for knowing's sake, "But to become a star to men for ever. 66 Know, for the gain it gets, the praise it brings, "The wonder it inspires, the love it breeds. Then first discovering my aim's extent, Which sought to comprehend the works of God, With our own mind; and how such show'd beside 66 Apart for all reward ?" And last it breathed— "Be happy, my good soldier; I am by thee, "Be sure, even to the end!' I answer'd not, Knowing him. As he spoke, I was endued And when he ceased, my fate was seal'd for ever. So that when quailing at the mighty range Of secret truths yearning for birth, I haste Of many a mighty spirit gone that way. You may Par. Their light! the sum of all is briefly this: They labour'd after their own fashion; the fruits Are best seen in a dark and groaning earth, Given over to a blind and endless strife With evils their best lore cannot abate. No; I reject and spurn them utterly, And all they teach. Shall I still sit beside Their dry wells, with white lips and filmed eye, Mountains where sleep the unsunn'd tarns? Fest. As strong delusions have prevail'd ere now: Avow all hitherto have fail'd and fallen. And yet Mich. Nay, Festus, when but as the pilgrims faint For the drear way, do you expect to see Their city dawn amid the clouds afar! Par. Ay, sounds it not like some old well-known tale? For me, I estimate their works and them So rightly, that at times I well nigh dream I too have spent a life the selfsame way— I perish'd in an arrogant self-reliance Perchance An age ago; and in that act, a prayer For one more chance went up so earnest—so That clear belief? I will devest all fear. ... Mich. Then Aureole is God's commissary! he shall Be great and grand—and all for us! Par. No, sweet! Not great or grand. If I can serve mankind 'Tis well—but there our intercourse must end: I never will be served by those I serve. Fest. Look well to this; here is a plague-spot, veil it, Disguise it how you will: 't is true, you utter 'Tis but a spot as yet; but it will break |