Man, the microcosm . he souls high essence, they affect to doubt;To their own notions obstinately wed, THE MICROCOSM. 23 They vainly seek the living mong the dead ;By learning mad, these noodles of the schoolsAre but a kind of higher class of fools. Who follows matter through its countless shapes,While still it vanishes and still escapes ;Oer eagerly pursues the flying feetOf natural causes farther than is meet,Losing all trace, and drawing thence too near,Into the bottomless obscure falls sheer ;With atheistic cant, then God turns the Maker fairly out of doors ;Deems certainties o
Man, the microcosm . he souls high essence, they affect to doubt;To their own notions obstinately wed, THE MICROCOSM. 23 They vainly seek the living mong the dead ;By learning mad, these noodles of the schoolsAre but a kind of higher class of fools. Who follows matter through its countless shapes,While still it vanishes and still escapes ;Oer eagerly pursues the flying feetOf natural causes farther than is meet,Losing all trace, and drawing thence too near,Into the bottomless obscure falls sheer ;With atheistic cant, then God turns the Maker fairly out of doors ;Deems certainties of consciousness weigh lessThan the presumptions of a learned guess. Conunon Sense. Presumptuous though it be, I, with a calmAudacity of faith, believe I am ;Nor venture with a Maker to trust the sanities of Common Sense ;Hold life, despite of failure to extract,A thing of firm reality and fact ;Accept the truth, engraven on my heart,I have a spiritual and immortal this great universe is a deceit,. CO CO (O THE MICROCOSM. 25 Each Tissue woven in the loom of God !Compared with that magnificence of dress,Wherewith is clothed the Spirits nakedness,O how contemptible and mean a thing,The purple and fine linen of a king !The spotless vesture of the silky Skin,Outside of all, and covering all within,With what a marvellous and matchless it disposed and moulded to each place ;Bounding and beautifying brow and breast,A crowning loveliness to all the rest !Endowed with wondrous properties of soulThat interpenetrate and fill the whole—A raiment, moral, maidenly and white,Shamed at each breach of decency and right,Where dwells a charm above the charms of of the souls lost innocence. Pathognomy. Who has not seen that Feeling, born of flame,*Crimson the cheek at mention of a name ?The rapturous touch of some divine surprise ? Aristotle calls I-ove, Ti dep/zuv 7rpa}-/v«—a certain fiery thing. 26 THE MICROCOSM, Flash deep suffusion of celestia
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