To table spread: “Say: ‘Servants mine!’” Thus God’s text runs.[299]
Thy mind’s a camel-driver; thou, the camel, still,
Urged by decree: “Command!”[300] it drives thee as it will.
God’s saints are minds of minds. Men’s minds, beneath their sway,
Are camels, too. And thus the lengthening series play.255
Look unto them, then, if the truth thou’dst fully know;
A pilot is the life of thousands, here below.
But what are pilots? Camel-drivers what? Still seek
Thou one whose eye looks on the sun, and feels not weak.
The world’s plunged, nailed, in thickest pitchy dark of night;