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So, the old process, I conclude, Goes on, the reasoning 's pursued Further. You own, "'T is well averred, A scientific faith 's absurd, --Frustrates the very end 't was meant To serve. So, I would rest content With a mere probability, But, probable; the chance must lie Clear on one side,--lie all in rough, So long as there be just enough To pin my faith to, though it hap Only at points: from gap to gap One hangs up a huge curtain so, Grandly, nor seeks to have it go Foldless and flat along the wall. What care I if some interval Of life less plainly may depend On God? I 'd hang there to the end; And thus I should not find it hard To be a Christian and debarred From trailing on the earth, till furled Away by death.--Renounce the world! Were that a mighty hardship? Plan A pleasant life, and straight some man Beside you, with, if he thought fit, Abundant means to compass it, Shall turn deliberate aside To try and live as, if you tried You clearly might, yet most despise. One friend of mine wears out his eyes, Slighting the stupid joys of sense, In patient hope that, ten years hence, 'Somewhat completer,' he may say, 'My list of coleoptera!' While just the other who most laughs At him, above all epitaphs Aspires to have his tomb describe Himself as sole among the tribe Of snuffbox-fanciers, who possessed A Grignon with the Regent's crest. So that, subduing, as you want, Whatever stands predominant Among my earthly appetites For tastes and smells and sounds and sights, I shall be doing that alone, To gain a palm-branch and a throne, Which fifty people undertake To do, and gladly, for the sake Of giving a Semitic guess, Or playing pawns at blindfold chess."