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There is no word in any tongue,
No array, no form of symbol,
To tell his infatuation
Who would
prove
^define
the scope and purpose
of God.— Mostly this we have of God: we have
Man.— Lo, the sun; Ists glory floods the moon,
Which of a night shines in some turbid
pool, Shaken by soughing winds; And there are sparkles mad and
tossed and broken, And their archetype is the Sun. Of God I know not; But this I know; I can comprehend no being more wonderful
than Man;
There is no word in any tongue,
No array, no form of symbol,
To tell his infatuation
Who would
of God.— Mostly this we have of God: we have
Man.— Lo, the sun; I
pool, Shaken by soughing winds; And there are sparkles mad and
tossed and broken, And their archetype is the Sun. Of God I know not; But this I know; I can comprehend no being more wonderful
than Man;