Wise Man

My God,--my God! I will go out myself. My pupils said that they would find a man Whose faith I never shook--they may have found him. Therefore I will go out--but if I go, The glass will let the sands run out unseen. I cannot go--I cannot leave the glass. Go call my pupils--I can explain all now, Only when all our hold on life is troubled, Only in spiritual terror can the Truth Come through the broken mind--as the pease burst Out of a broken pease-cod.

[He clutches Bridget as she is going.

Say to them, That Nature would lack all in her most need, Could not the soul find truth as in a flash, Upon the battle-field, or in the midst Of overwhelming waves, and say to them-- But no, they would but answer as I bid.