But fruitless struggles look to meet
In thy vain longings endlessly!
For so God punishes the soul
That in its madness dares espy
The unfathom’d secrets of the scroll
Of truth, denied to mortal eye!”
O! cease: no more I ask to know,
No more to see: my soul oppress’d
Is humbly bow’d, and prostrate low,
Now only asks, and longs for rest.