The sun and clouds are slaves, to do his bidding, tame.
His heart can lessons give of flaming to the lamp;
The very sun not equals him in ardent vamp.—
The inward hymn that’s sung by all the hearts of saints
Commences: “O component parts of that thing Not.”
Now since they take their rise in this Not, negative,
They put aside the hollow phantom where we live.
Ideas and essences become “things” at His word.—
This world’s a negative; the positive seek thou.
All outward forms are cyphers; search, the sense to know.—