Let rind of science overgrow their minds, all meek.
Stand open, Gate! Thou portal of God’s mercy sure!
Thy court’s the court of Him “who hath no peer,” secure![413]45
True, every breath and atom’s watching to get in.
But if kept closed, who’d say there is a gate to win?
Unless the Keeper open wide the portal’s wing,
No soul would dream an entry were an easy thing.
E’en when the gate is opened, lo! surprise is felt.
Hope and desire are scared; each suitor’s heart must melt.
As one who finds a treasure in a ruined maze,