Piercing the long neglected holy cave,
The haunt obscure of old Philosophy,
He bade with lifted torch its starry walls
Sparkle, as erst they sparkled to the flame
Of odorous lamps tended by Saint and Sage.”
COLERIDGE A Tombless Epitaph
“Thou that within me art, my Self! An Ey
Or Temple of a wide Infinity !
O What a World art Thou ! a World within !
In thee appear
All Things, and are
Alive in Thee ! Super-Substantial, rare,
Abov themselves, and near a-kin
To those pure Things we find
In His Great Mind,
Who made the World ! Tho now eclipsed by Sin,
Yet this within my Intellect
Is found, when on it I reflect.”
THOMAS TRAHERNE My Spirit