Desire We Past Illusions To Recal

Desire we past illusions to recal? To reinstate wild Fancy, would we hide Truth whose thick veil Science has drawn aside? No,--let this Age, high as she may, instal In her esteem the thirst that wrought man's fall, The universe is infinitely wide; And conquering Reason, if self-glorified, Can nowhere move uncrossed by some new wall Or gulf of mystery, which thou alone, Imaginative Faith! canst overleap, In progress toward the fount of Love,--the throne Of Power whose ministers the records keep Of periods fixed, and laws established, less Flesh to exalt than prove its nothingness.