And, lo, what one sweet page can teach
They read with joy, then shut the book:
And some give thanks, and some blaspheme,
And most forget; but, either way,
That and the Child's unheeded dream
Is all the light of all their day.
Or again, in the words of Sir John Davies—long since dead:
... I know my Soul hath power to know all things,
Yet is she blind and ignorant in all:
I know I am one of Nature's little kings,