The quickening power of science only he
Can know, from whose own soul it gushes free.
Wagner.
And yet the spirit of a bygone age,
To re-create may well the wise engage;
To know the choicest thoughts of every ancient sage,
And think how far above their best we’ve mounted high!
Faust.
O yes, I trow, even to the stars, so high!
My friend, the ages that are past