Collected Works (Vol. II)

ASCENSION DAY 155 420 425 430 435 440 445 450 455 One year’s effect, one moment’s cause ; What mind could estimate such laws? Who then (much more !) may act aright Judged by and in ten centuries’ sight? (Yet I believe, whate’er we do Is best for me and best for you And best for all: I line no brow With wrinkles, meditating how.) Well, but another way remains. Caird's inter- Shall we expound the cosmic plan Heese his By symbolising God and man identification And nature thus? As man contains of it with ohris- Cells, nerves , grey matter in his brains, to be mystical. Each cell a life, self-centred, free His interpreta- Yet self-subordinate to the whole tion false. For its own sake—expand !—so we Molecules of a central soul, Time’s sons, judged by Eternity. Nature is gone—our joys, our pains, Our little lives—and God remains. Were this the truth—-why ! worship then Were not so imbecile for men! But that’s no Christian faith! For where Enters the dogma of despair? Despite his logic’s silver flow I must count Caird ® a mystic! No! You Christians shall not mask me so The plain words of your sacred books Behind friend Swedenborg his spooks ! Says Huxley ® in his works (q. v.) “The microcosmic lives change daily In state or body ”—yet you gaily Arm a false Hegel cap-a-pie— Your self, his weapons—make him wear False favours of a ladye fayre, (The scarlet woman !) bray and blare A false note on the trumpet, shout : ‘““A champion? Faith’s defender! Out! Sceptic and sinner! Seeme! Quail I?” I cite the Little-go. You stare, And have no further use for Paley !