A robe, of earthly matter woven, wear;
Yet doth it still bear fruit in thy soul sheath—
The sunshine’s word of power, with which he fed
Thee kindly in far distant times on earth.
Search out thy nature’s deepest impulses
And thou shalt feel him near thee then with power.
Felix Balde’s Soul:
Words issue out of circles strange to me,
And yet their tones illuminate me not:
And so they are not fully real to me.