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Show Substance and Shadow. They do but grope In learning's pendant round Who on the phantasies of sense bestow An idle substance, bidding us bow low Before those shades of being which are found, Stirring or still, on man's brief trial-ground; As if such shapes and modes, which come and go, Had aught of Truth or Life in their poor show, To sway or Judge, and skill to pain or wound. Son of immortal seed, high-destined man! Know thy dread gift a creature, yet a cause; Each mind Its own center and it draws Home to Itself and moulds in its thought's span v All outward things, the vassals of i u will. Aided by Heaven, by Earth unthwarted still. , Cardinal Newman. 1 |