THE THREE VOICES.
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"And he, that yearns the truth to know,
Still further inwardly may go,
And find Idea from Notion flow.
"And thus the chain, that sages sought,
Is to a glorious circle wrought,
For Notion hath its source in Thought."
When he, with racked and whirling brain,
Feebly implored her to explain,
She simply said it all again.
Wrenched with an agony intense,
He spake, neglecting Sound and Sense,
And careless of all consequence:
"Mind—I believe—is Essence—Ent—
Abstract—that is—an Accident—
Which we—that is to say—I meant—"
