Moon-like, on me thy knowledge shines, with light intense.
But if the moon’s bright disk break forth from ’neath the cloud,
Poor midnight travellers safely, then, pursue their road.40
They then are safe from error, risk no wandering vain;
Protection of the moonlight shields from terror’s chain.
The mutely-teaching promptings of the silvery moon,
If couched in words, would homewards guide us doubly soon.”
Thou art “the Gate;” the Prophet, “Science’ City” is,[412]
Thou art the ray that beams from lustrous sun of his.
Then open, Gate! Unfold thyself to those who seek!