He wins not a heart, save his own heart’s the price.— When love for God is lighted in the human heart, It fiercely burns; it suffers not effects’ dull smart; —— love is love’s own sign, giv’n from the highest sphere.— The heart’s with God,—the heart is God,—boundless, immense! From all eternity, the figures of all things, Unnumbered, multitudinous, gleam in hearts’ wings. To all eternity each new-created form In heart of saint reflected is, most multiform.— Have patience, thou too, brother, with thy needle’s smart. So shalt thou, ‘scape the sting of conscience in thy heart. They who have conquered,—freed themselves from body’s thrall, Are worshipped in the spheres, the sun, the moon, stars, all. Whoever’s killed pride’s demon in his earthly frame, The sun and clouds are slaves, to do his bidding, tame. His heart can lessons give of flaming to the lamp; The very sun not equals him in ardent vamp.— The inward hymn that’s sung by all the hearts of saints Commences: “O component parts of that thing _Not_.” Now since they take their rise in this _Not_, negative, They put aside the hollow phantom where we live. Ideas and essences become “things” at His word.— This world’s a negative; the positive seek thou. All outward forms are cyphers; search, the sense to know.— Mankind the songs of fairies never hear at all, They are not versed in fairies’ ways, their voices small.— “Allah, Allah!”[104] cried the sick man, racked with pain the long night through; Till with prayer his heart grew tender, till his lips like honey grew. But at morning came the Tempter; said “Call louder, child of Pain! See if Allah ever hear or answers ‘Here am I,’ again.” Like a stab, the cruel cavil through his brain and pulses went; To his heart an icy coldness, to his brain a darkness sent. Then before him stands Elias; says, “My child, why thus dismayed? Dost repent thy former fervor? Is thy soul of prayer afraid?” “Ah!” he cried, “I’ve called so often; never heard the ‘Here am I;’ And I thought, God will not pity; will not turn on me his eye.” Then the grave Elias answered, “God said, Rise, Elias, go Speak to him, the sorely tempted; lift him from his gulf of woe. Tell him that his very longing is itself an answering cry; That his prayer, ‘Come, gracious Allah!’ is my answer ‘Here am I.’” ..When thy mind is dazed by colour’s magic round, All colour’s lost in one bright light diffused around. Those colours, too, all vanish from our view by night. We learn from this, that colour’s only seen through light. The sense of colour-seeing’s not from light distinct.