A shadow’s not a substance;—can do no one good.
A foolish hunter seized the shadow of a bird!
The fowl, on tree securely perched, not one foot stirred;
But, wondering, thought: “What is the stupid fool about?
Demented, sure; his little wit he’s let ooze out!”570
But if thou thinkest finite’s of th’ Infinite born;
And sayest: “For love of rose, do honour to the thorn;”
Consider: finite unto Infinite’s not joined.
Or what need of the prophets? They’ve not scripture coined.
The prophets have been sent to link the two in one.