and potency of Truth had flowed into my consciousness
as easily as dawns the morning light and shadows flee,
the metaphysical mystery of error—its hidden paths, [1]
purpose, and fruits—at first defied me. I was say-
ing all the time, “Come not thou into the secret”—
but at length took up the research according to God's
command. [5]
Streams which purify, necessarily have pure fountains;
while impure streams flow from corrupt sources. Here,
divine light, logic, and revelation coincide.