But spirits know not darkness; life’s stream still goes past.
Is’t not that mind’s refreshed in darkest hours of night?
Its silence ’tis gives birth to every voice of light.”145
By contraries are contraries brought forth to view,
From out of darkness was the light created new.
The Prophet’s wars have brought about the peace that reigns;
These tranquil latter days the fruits are of his pains.
How many heads lay low beneath that hero’s blows,
That peace might be enjoyed by faith’s true yoke-fellows!
’Tis thus the gardener prunes away the surplus twigs,