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How well this man unfolded to our view / The world's beliefs of Death and Heaven and Hell -- / This man whose own convictions none could tell, / Nor if his maze of reason had a clew.
Dogmas he wrote for daily bread, but knew / The fair philosophies of doubt so well / That while we listened to his words there fell / Some that were strangely comforting, though true.
Marking how wise we grew upon his doubt, / We said: "If so, by groping in the night, / He can proclaim some certain paths of trust, / How great our profit if he saw about / His feet the highways leading to the light." / Now he sees all. Ah, Christ! his mouth is dust!