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CONCEPTION.
“In its ultimate essence nothing can be known.”
Herbert Spencer.
Herbert Spencer.
I clomb a great height in a dream;
To lordlier reaches I attained,
Till even the uttermost I gained,
Serene, supreme.
To lordlier reaches I attained,
Till even the uttermost I gained,
Serene, supreme.
There fell from off mine eyes, at this,
The dimming scales of sense. I saw
Matter, unleashed from every law,
That which it is.
The dimming scales of sense. I saw
Matter, unleashed from every law,
That which it is.
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And real at last and face to face,
Marvels that no man could forget,
The mighty mysteries I met
Of Time and Space.
Marvels that no man could forget,
The mighty mysteries I met
Of Time and Space.
Or yet I followed, course by course,
Like one that deals with tangled skeins,
The intricate interblending veins
That flow from Force.
Like one that deals with tangled skeins,
The intricate interblending veins
That flow from Force.
Till now the shadow across me came
Of something soon to burst in light;
A hope, a wonderment, a fright
I dared not name!
Of something soon to burst in light;
A hope, a wonderment, a fright
I dared not name!
And then, as though some signal nod
Bade that the utmost be revealed,
I reeled with awe, and, while I reeled,
Thought this thought: God!
Bade that the utmost be revealed,
I reeled with awe, and, while I reeled,
Thought this thought: God!
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