September 25

We remove ourselves from God only by removing ourselves from love.

IN thy old scorned formalities And creeds, God looks thee in the eyes!

Wherefore believe again thine ancient lore,

For whatsoever Reason doth devise,

Her fiery wings and fire-cloud cars to soar,

They truly gain the living height,

Because as their most proper freight

They carry love, the infinite

Of man, up to the rapturous site

Of love, the infinite in nature spread.

Shall forms in nature always play at sleight

With forms in man, that nature's chief and head?

Nay, God is an authority,

We deem, in nature; let Him be

Authority in us, that we

Hold this for certainty, that He

Yields up Himself to all our grasps of thought—

Our little nets cast in the shoreless sea,

Our dartles launched in skilled or skillless sort,

Our reason in its many modes,

Its paths lead to the star abodes,

To love's true ending, which is God's.

RICHARD

WATSON

DIXON

THE WISE ICONOCLAST