My time if I pass in these sweet delusions.
Suggestion there is, one, kept secret from men.
To thee I’ll impart. Thou keep’st secrets, like pen.
Suggestion occult, Abr’am knew not one jot.
One secret, that Gabriel as yet conceives not.
One mystery, to Jesus that never was known,
In jealousy God spake to me all alone.”[226]190
What do we with tongue? We affirm; we deny.
I’m no affirmation; denial am I.
In impersonality, person I find.