Like one who walks in sleep a donlitf ul spun
He gropes through all hia days, till Death un-close
His cheated eyea and in one blinding gleam,
Wakes, to discern the sabstance from the dream.
XXXII
I say not therefore I deny the birth.
The Vigin's motherhood, the resurrection,
Who know not how mine own soul came to earth,
Nor what shall follow death. Man's imperfection
May bound not even in thought the height and girth
Of God's omnipotence; neath his direction
We may approach his essence, but that He
Should dwarf Himself to us—it cannot be!
XXXIII[1]
The God who balances the clouds, who spread
The sky above us like a molten glass,
The God who abut the sea with doors, who tud
The corner-stone of earth, who caused the
Spring forth upon the wilderness, and made
The darkness scatter and the night to pass—
That He should clothe Himself with flesh, and more
Midst worms a worm—this, sun, moon, stars disprove,
- ↑ The Book of Job.
