“Is this a spell to witch the eyes? Is it the truth? To me thou art a wolf; I’m Joseph to thee, sooth. 35 Though worlds there may be, eighteen thousand globes, and more; Not every eye has power to witness all their store. Disclose thy secret, ‘Alī,--God’s own ‘Chosen One!’[411] How many ‘judges’ errors’ work God’s will alone! Pray tell me what, just now, has been revealed to thee; Or I’ll disclose the vision I’ve been made to see. If thou the secret keep, I will declare its sense, Moon-like, on me thy knowledge shines, with light intense. But if the moon’s bright disk break forth from ’neath the cloud, Poor midnight travellers safely, then, pursue their road. 40 They then are safe from error, risk no wandering vain; Protection of the moonlight shields from terror’s chain. The mutely-teaching promptings of the silvery moon, If couched in words, would homewards guide us doubly soon.” Thou art “the Gate;” the Prophet, “Science’ City” is,[412] Thou art the ray that beams from lustrous sun of his. Then open, Gate! Unfold thyself to those who seek! Let rind of science overgrow their minds, all meek. Stand open, Gate! Thou portal of God’s mercy sure! Thy court’s the court of Him “who hath no peer,” secure![413] 45 True, every breath and atom’s watching to get in. But if kept closed, who’d say there is a gate to win? Unless the Keeper open wide the portal’s wing, No soul would dream an entry were an easy thing. E’en when the gate is opened, lo! surprise is felt. Hope and desire are scared; each suitor’s heart must melt. As one who finds a treasure in a ruined maze, Seeks evermore for ruins;--treasures are his craze. Unless a man receive a pearl from beggar’s hand, He’ll never venture pearls from beggars to demand. 50 For years, should mere opinion wander up and down, It never will outpass the rents of its torn gown. Until a fragrance strike thy nostrils from above, Thou’lt follow thy own nose, but never meet thy love.