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God is law, say the wise; 0 Soul, and let us rejoice,
For if Ho thunder by low the thunder is yet His
Law is God, say some : no God at all, says the fool;
For all we have power to see is a straight staff bent in
a pool ;
And the ear of mau cannot hear, and the eye of man
cannot see ;
But if wo could see and hear, this Vision-were it not
Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies ;
Hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower—but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is."
The King was shaken with holy fear;
"Tho Gods,' lie said, would have chosen well ;
Yet both aro near, and both are dear,
And which the dearest I cannot tell I'
But the Priest was happy,
His victim won :
• We have his dearest,
His only son!'
The rites prepared, the victim bared,
The knife uprising toward the blow,
To the altar-stove she sprang alone,
Mc, not my darling, no!'
Suddenly from him brake his wife,
And shrieking • I am his dearest, I
I am his dearest l' rush'd on the knife.