Of God and acts creative, doubt were just.
Were these conceivable, they were not real.
Here, ignorance man’s sphere of being suits,
’Tis knowledge self, or of her richest fruits.
III.
“Then rest here, brother! and within the veil
Boldly thine anchor cast. What though thy boat
No shoreland sees, but undulates afloat
On soundless depths; securely fold thy sail.
Ah! not by daring prow and favoring gale