Outcast on earth! but loftiest on high!
Hail, wondrous cross!—yet how more wondrous He
That cross who bore!—Thyself its mystery!—
And borne for man!—a greater mystery still;
So great Thy love, and love’s mysterious will!
Peronnet.
That things to mortals are mysterious,
Is not because the things themselves are dark,
But the perceptions through which they are viewed.
David Bates.