God spake it out, ‘I, God, am One;’ The unheeding ages ran, And baby-thoughts again, again, Have dogged the growing man: And as of old from Sinai’s top God said that God is One, By Science strict so speaks He now To tell us, There is None! Earth goes by chemic forces; Heaven’s A Mécanique Céleste! And heart and mind of human kind A watch-work as the rest! Is this a Voice, as was the Voice, Whose speaking told abroad, When thunder pealed, and mountain reeled, The ancient truth of God? Ah, not the Voice; ’tis but the cloud, The outer darkness dense, Where image none, nor e’er was seen Similitude of sense. ’Tis but the cloudy darkness dense That wrapt the Mount around; While in amaze the people stays, To hear the Coming Sound. Is there no prophet-soul the while To dare, sublimely meek, Within the shroud of blackest cloud The Deity to seek? ’Midst atheistic systems dark, And darker hearts’ despair, That soul has heard perchance His word, And on the dusky air His skirts, as passed He by, to see Hath strained on their behalf, Who on the plain, with dance amain, Adore the Golden Calf. ’Tis but the cloudy darkness dense; Though blank the tale it tells, No God, no Truth! yet He, in sooth, Is there—within it dwells; Within the sceptic darkness deep He dwells that none may see, Till idol forms and idol thoughts Have passed and ceased to be: No God, no Truth! ah though, in sooth So stand the doctrine’s half: On Egypt’s track return not back, Nor own the Golden Calf. Take better part, with manlier heart, Thine adult spirit can; No God, no Truth, receive it ne’er— Believe it ne’er—O Man! But turn not then to seek again What first the ill began; No God, it saith; ah, wait in faith God’s self-completing plan; Receive it not, but leave it not, And wait it out, O Man! ‘The Man that went the cloud within Is gone and vanished quite; He cometh not,’ the people cries, ‘Nor bringeth God to sight: Lo these thy gods, that safety give, Adore and keep the feast!’ Deluding and deluded cries The Prophet’s brother-Priest: And Israel all bows down to fall Before the gilded beast. Devout, indeed! that priestly creed, O Man, reject as sin; The clouded hill attend thou still, And him that went within. He yet shall bring some worthy thing For waiting souls to see: Some sacred word that he hath heard Their light and life shall be; Some lofty part, than which the heart Adopt no nobler can, Thou shalt receive, thou shalt believe And thou shalt do, O Man! 1845 _QUI LABORAT, ORAT._ O only Source of all our light and life, Whom as our truth, our strength, we see and feel, But whom the hours of mortal moral strife Alone aright reveal!