![]() Come and the shadowy vale of death illume, Show sin a pardon, and disarm the tom High o'er his ponderous tomes his hand he raised, His proud brow kindling as the suppliant gazed With ignorance I war and hoary time, Who wreck with vandal rage my works sublime What can I more? Dismiss your idle pain, Your search is fruitless and your labor vain. Oh, then, said man, my troubled spirit lead, Which feels its weakness and deplores its need. What gives the mind its latent strength to scan, And chains brute instinct at the feet of man Bids the wild comet, in its path of flame, Compute its periods and declare its name With deathless radiance decks historic page, And wakes the treasures of a buried age? Majestic science from his cloistered shrine, Heard, and replied - this godlike power is mine. ![]() ![]() Excerpt from Luminous Bodies: Here and Hereafter (the Shining Ones) Being an Attempt to Explain the Interrelation of the Intellectual, Celestial, and Terrestial Kingdoms And of Man to His Maker ![]()
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