One Must Be Something To Be Able

It Would Be A Lowly Art That Allowed Itself To Be Understood All At Once.

Sing It Not In Mournful Numbers.

Nature Does Not Suffer Her Veil To Be Taken From Her, And What She Does Not Choose To Reveal To The Spirit, Thou Wilt Not Wrest From Her By Levers And Screws.

Nature Knows No Pause In Progress And Development, And Attaches Her Curse On All Inaction.

The Rainbow Mirrors Human Aims And Action. Think, And More Clearly Wilt Thou Grasp It, Seeing Life Is But Light In Many-hued Reflection.