He 's Gone, And Who Knows How

To Know That Which Lies Before Us In Daily Life Is The Prime Wisdom.

Beholding The Bright Countenance Of Truth In The Quiet And Still Air Of Delightful Studies.

The Pilot Of The Galilean Lake; Two Massy Keys He Bore, Of Metals Twain (the Golden Opes, The Iron Shuts Amain).

Yet Hold It More Humane, More Heav'nly, First, By Winning Words To Conquer Willing Hearts, And Make Persuasion Do The Work Of Fear.

What If Earth Be But The Shadow Of Heaven And Things Therein - Each Other Like, More Than On Earth Is Thought?