His knowledge was the admiration of heaven’s frames.
Th’ angelic choir were silenced; they knew not so much.
The fiend be cursed. He’d not confess the fact was such.
That fasting hermit of six hundred thousand years[151]
Became the new-born babe’s dire muzzle,—source of tears.120
Lest it should suck the milk religion’s teachings give,—
Lest it should soar on high around heaven’s towers, and live,—
The learning of external sense a muzzle lies,—
The milk of truth sublime’s denied to all its cries.
But God hath planted in man’s heart a precious pearl.