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Round with the Sun-illumined Lantern Drink! for you know not whence you held
came, nor why:
295 In Midnight by the Master of the Show; Drink! for you know not why you go, nor
LXXV But helpless Pieces of the Game He
I tell you this—When, started from the plays
Goal, Upon this Chequer-board of Nights and
Over the flaming shoulders of the Foal Days;
Of Heav'n Parwin and Mushtari' they Hither and thither moves, and checks,
flung, and slays,
275 And one by one back in the Closet lays.
In my predestined Plot of Dust and
The Vine had struck a fibre: which about Noes,
If clings my Being-let the Dervish flout; But Here or There as strikes the Player
Of my Base metal may be filed a key,
That shall unlock the Door he howls withgoes; And He that toss'd you down into the
LXXVII He knows about it all—HE knows—HE And this I know: whether the one True knows!
Kindle to Love, or Wrath-consume me The Moving Finger writes; and, having
One Flash of It within the Tavern Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
caught Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Better than in the Temple lost outright. Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
What! out of senseless Nothing to provoke
310 Whereunder crawling coop'd we live and Of unpermitted Pleasure, under pain die,
Of Everlasting Penalties, if broke!
Pure Gold for what he lent him drossWith Earth's first Clay They did the Last allay'd Man knead,
Sue for a Debt we never did contract, 315 And there of the Last Harvest sow'd the And cannot answer Oh, the sorry trade! Seed:
290 And the first Morning of Creation
Oh Thou, who didst with pitfall and with What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall
Beset the Road I was to wander in, LXXIV
Thou wilt not with Predestined Evil YESTERDAY This Day's Madness did pre- round pare;
Enmesh, and then impute my Fall to TO-MORROW's Silence, Triumph, or De- Sin!
1 The Pleiads and Jupiter.
LXXXVII Oh Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst Whereat some of the loquacious Lot- 345 make,
I think a Súfi pipkin-waxing hotAnd ev'n with Paradise devise the Snake: “All this of Pot and Potter-Tell me For all the Sin wherewith the Face of then, Man
Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Is blacken'd-Man's forgiveness giveand take!
LXXXVIII “Why,” said another, "Some there are
who tell LXXXII
Of one who threatens he will toss to Hell 350 As under cover of departing Day 325
The luckless Pots he marr'd in makingSlunk hunger-stricken Ramazan away,
Pish! Once more within the Potter's house He's a Good Fellow, and 't will all be well.”
alone I stood, surrounded by the Shapes of Clay.
"Well," murmur'd one, “Let whoso make LXXXIII
or buy, Shapes of all Sorts and Sizes, great and My Clay with long Oblivion is gone dry:
But fill me with the old familiar Juice, 355 small,
Methinks I might recover by and by." That stood along the floor and by the wall;
XC And some loquacious Vessels were; and some
So while the Vessels one by one were Listen'd perhaps, but never talk'd at all. speaking,
The little Moon look'd in that all were
And then they jogg'd each other, Said one among them—"Surely not in “Brother! Brother! vain
Now for the Porter's shoulder-knot aMy substance of the common Earth was creaking!"
360 ta'en And to this Figure moulded, to be broke,
XCI Or trampled back to shapeless Earth again.”
Ah, with the Grape my fading Life pro
And wash the Body whence the Life has Then said a Second—“Ne'er a peevish
And lay me, shrouded in the living Leaf, Would break the Bowl from which he By some not unfrequented Garden-side.
drank in joy; And He that with his hand the Vessel
That ev'n my buried Ashes such a snare 365 Will surely not in after Wrath destroy." 340
Of Vintage shall fling up into the Air
As not a True-believer passing by
But shall be overtaken unaware.
XCIII “They sneer at me for leaning all awry: Indeed the Idols I have loved so long What! did the Hand then of the Potter Have done my credit in this World much shake?”
Have drown'd my Glory in a shallow
Yon rising Moon that looks for us againAnd sold my Reputation for a Song. How oft hereafter will she wax and wane;
How oft hereafter rising look for us XCIV
Through this same Garden--and for one in Indeed, indeed, Repentance oft before
400 I swore-but was I sober when I swore?
CI And then and then came Spring, and
And when like her, oh Sáki, you shall pass Rose-in-hand
Among the Guests Star-scatter'd on the My thread-bare Penitence apieces tore.
spot And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel, Where I made One-turn down an empty And robb'd me of my Robe of Honor
THOMAS CARLYLE (1796–1881) Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose!
From SARTOR RESARTUS That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript
Book III, Chapter 8 should close! The Nightingale that in the branches
NATURAL SUPERNATURALISM Sang, Ah whence, and whither flown again, who It is in his stupendous Section, headed knows!
Natural Supernaturalism, that the ProXCVII
fessor first becomes a Seer; and, after long Would but the Desert of the Fountain effort, such as we have witnessed, finally yield
subdues under his feet the refractory
385 One glimpse-if dimly, yet indeed, re
Clothes-Philosophy, and takes victorious veal'd,
possession thereof. Phantasms enough he To which the fainting Traveller might has had to struggle with; "Cloth-webs spring,
and Cob-webs,” of Imperial Mantles, As springs the trampled herbage of the Superannuated Symbols, and what (10 field.
ot; yet still did he courageously pierce through. Nay, worst of all, two quite
mysterious, world embracing Phantasms, Would but some wingéd Angel ere too
TIME and SPACE, have ever hovered late Arrest the yet unfolded Roll of Fate, 390
round him, perplexing and bewildering;
but with these also he now resolutely And make the stern Recorder otherwise grapples, these also he victoriously rends Enregister, or quite obliterate!
asunder. In a word, he has looked fixedly on Existence, till, one after the other, its
earthly hulls and garnitures have all (20 Ah Love! could you and I with Him con- melted away; and now, to his rapt vision, spire
the interior celestial Holy of Holies lies To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things disclosed. Entire,
This stupendous Section we, after Would not we shatter it to bits—and long painful meditation, have found not then
to be unintelligible; but, on the conRe-mould it nearer to the Heart's desire! trary, to grow clear, nay radiant, and
1 the end.
all-illuminating. Let the reader, turning tion, then, to see how it all went on? [80 on it what utmost force of speculative Have any deepest scientific individuals intellect is in him, do his part; as we, (30 yet dived down to the foundations of the by judicious selection and adjustment, Universe, and gauged everything there? shall study to do ours:
Did the Maker take them into His coun“Deep has been, and is, the significance sel; that they read His ground-plan of of Miracles," thus quietly begins the Pro- the incomprehensible All; and can say, fessor; "far deeper perhaps than we This stands marked therein, and no more imagine. Meanwhile, the question of than this? Alas! not in anywise! These questions were: What specially is a Mir- scientific individuals have been nowhere acle? To that Dutch King of Siam, an but where we also are; have seen some [90 icicle had been a miracle; whoso had handbreadths deeper than we see into the carried with him an air-pump and (40 Deep that is infinite, without bottom as vial of vitriolic ether, might have worked without shore. a miracle. To my Horse, again, who unhappily is still more unscientific, do not I work a miracle, and magical 'Open "System of Nature! To the wisest sesamel' every time I please to pay man, wide as is his vision, Nature remains twopence and open for him an impas- of quite infinite depth, of quite infinite sable Schlagbaum, or shut Turnpike? expansion; and all Experience thereof
“But is not a real Miracle simply a limits itself to some few computed cenviolation of the Laws of Nature?' ask turies, and measured square-miles. The several. Whom I answer by this (50 course of Nature's phases, on this our (100 new question: what are the Laws of little fraction of a Planet, is partially Nature? To me perhaps the rising of one known to us: but who knows what deeper from the dead were no violation of these courses these depend on; what infinitely Laws, but a confirmation; were some far larger Cycle (of causes) our little Epideeper Law, now_first penetrated into, cycle revolves on? To the Minnow every and by Spiritual Force, even as the rest cranny and pebble, and quality and accihave all been, brought to bear on us with dent, of its little native Creek may have its Material Force.
become familiar: but does the Minnow understand the Ocean Tides and periodic
Currents, the Trade-winds, and Mon- (110 “But is it not the deepest Law of Na- soons, and Moon's Eclipses, -by all which ture that she be constant?' cries an (60 the condition of its little Creek is regulated, illuminated class: 'Is not the Machine of and may, from time to time (unmiracuthe Universe fixed to move by unalter-| lously enough), be quite overset and reable rules?' Probable enough, good versed? Such a minnow is Man; his friends: nay, I, too, must believe that Creek this Planet Earth; his Ocean the the God, whom ancient inspired men immeasurable All; his Monsoons and assert to be without variableness or periodic Currents the mysterious Course shadow of turning,' does indeed never of Providence through Æons of Æons. change; that Nature, that the Universe, “We speak of the Volume of Na- (120 which no one whom it so pleases can be ture: and truly a Volume it is,—whose prevented from calling a Machine, 170 Author and Writer is God. To read it! does move by the most unalterable rules. Dost thou, does man, so much as well And now of you too I make the old in- know the Alphabet thereof? quiry: What those same unalterable “Innumerable are the illusions and rules, forming the complete Statute-Book legerdemain-tricks of Custom: but of all of Nature, may possibly be?
these perhaps the cleverest is her knack “They stand written in our Works of of persuading us that the Miraculous, Science, say you; in the accumulated by simple repetition, ceases to be Mirrecords of man's Experience?-Was man aculous. True, it is by. this means (130 with his Experience present at the Crea- we live; for man must work as well as
wonder: and herein is Custom so far a then, or only past; is the Future nonkind nurse, guiding him to his true benefit. extant or only future? Those mystic But she is a fond foolish nurse, or rather faculties of thine, Memory and Hope
, we are false foolish nurslings, when, in already answer: already through those our resting and reflecting hours, we pro- mystic avenues, thou the Earth- (190 long the same deception. ..
blinded summonest both Past and Future, " But deepest of all illusory Appear- and communest with them, though as ances, for hiding Wonder, as for many yet darkly, and with mute beckonings. other ends, are your two grand funda- (140 The curtains of Yesterday drop down,
To; SPACE and Time. These, as spun and Yesterday and Tomorrow both are. woven for us from before Birth itself, to Pierce through the Time-Element, glance clothe our celestial Me for dwelling here, into the Eternal. Believe what thou and yet to blind it, -lie all-embracing, as findest written in the sanctuaries of the universal canvas, or warp and woof, Man's Soul, even as all Thinkers, in all (200 whereby all minor Illusions, in this Phan
ages, have devoutly read it there: that tasm Existence, weave and paint them- Time and Space are not God, but creaselves. In vain, while here on Earth, tions of God; that with God as it is a shall you endeavor to strip them off; (150 universal HERE, so is it an everlasting you can, at best, but rend them asunder for moments, and look through.
“And seest thou therein any glimpse of “Fortunatus had a wishing Hat, which IMMORTALITY?-0 Heaven! Is the white when he put on, and wished himself Any- Tomb of our Loved One, who died from where, behold he was There. By this our arms, and had to be left behind us means had Fortunatus triumphed over there, which rises in the distance, like (210 Space, he had annihilated Space; for him a pale, mournfully receding Milestone, to there was no Where, but all was Here. tell how many toilsome uncheered miles Were a Hatter to establish himself, in the we have journeyed on alone,-but a pale Wahngasse of Weissnichtwo, and (160 spectral Illusion! Is the lost Friend still make felts of this sort for all mankind, mysteriously Here, even as we are Here what a world we should have of it! Still mysteriously with God!-Know of a stranger, should, on the opposite side of truth that only the Time-shadows have the street, another Hatter establish him- perished, or are perishable; that the real self; and, as his fellow-craftsman made Being of whatever was, and whatever is, Space-annihilating Hats, make Time- and whatever will be, is even now and (220 annihilating! Of both would I purchase, forever. This, should it unhappily seem were it with my last groschen, but chiefly new, thou mayst ponder at thy leisure; of this latter. To clap-on your felt, and, for the next twenty years, or the next simply by wishing that you were (170 twenty centuries: believe it thou must; Anywhere, straightway to be Therel Next understand it thou canst not. to clap-on your other felt, and simply “That the Thought-forms, Space and by wishing that you were Anywhen, Time, wherein, once for all, we are sent straightway to be Then! This were in- into this Earth to live, should condition deed the grander: shooting at will from and determine our whole Practical reasonthe Fire-Creation of the world to its ings, conceptions, and imagings or (230 Fire-Consummation; here historically pres- imaginings, - seems altogether fit, just, ent in the First Century, conversing face and unavoidable. But that they should, to face with Paul and Seneca; there furthermore, usurp such sway over pure prophetically in the Thirty-first, con- (180 spiritual Meditation, and blind us to versing also face to face with other Pauls the wonder everywhere lying close on and Senecas, who as yet stand hidden in us, seems nowise so. Admit Space and the depth of that late Time!
Time to their due rank as Forms of "Or thinkest thou, it were impossible, Thought; nay, even, if thou wilt, to their unimaginable? Is the Past annihilated, quite undue rank of Realities: and con