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 * Veil the truth whereof they witness, show the truth of things they hide.
 * Through the darkness and the splendor of the centuries, loud or dumb,
 * Shines and wanes and shines the spirit, lit with love of life to come.
 * Man, the soul made flesh, that knows not death from life, and fain would know,
 * Sees the face of time change color as its tides recoil and flow.
 * All his hope and fear and faith and doubt, if aught at all they be,
 * Live the life of clouds and sunbeams, born of heaven or earth or sea.
 * All are buoyed and blown and brightened by their hour's evasive breath:
 * All subside and quail and darken when their hour is done to death.
 * Yet, ere faith, a wandering water, froze and curdled into creeds,
 * Earth, elate as heaven, adored the light that quickens dreams to deeds.

Invisible: eye hath not seen it, and ear hath not heard as the spirit hath heard From the shrine that is lit not of sunlight or starlight the sound of a limitless word. And visible: none that hath eyes to behold what the spirit must perish or see Can choose but behold it and worship : a shrine that if light were as darkness would be. Of cloud and of change is the form of the fashion that man may behold of it wrought: Of iron and truth is the mystic mid altar, where worship is none but of thought. ~No prayer may go up to it, climbing as incense of gladness or sorrow may climb: No rapture of music may ruffle the silence that guards it, and hears not of time. As the winds of the wild blind ages alternate in passion of light and of cloud, So changes the shape of the veil that enshrouds it with darkness and light for a shroud. And the winds and the clouds and the suns fall silent, and fade out of hearing or sight, And the shrine stands fast and is changed not, whose likeness was changed as a cloud in the night.


 * All the storms of time, and wrath of many winds, may carve no trace
 * On the viewless altar, though the veil bear many a name and face:
 * Many a live God's likeness woven, many a scripture dark with awe,
 * Bids the veil seem verier iron than the word of life's own law.
 * Till the might of change hath rent it with a rushing wind in twain,
 * Stone or steel it seems, whereon the wrath of chance is wreaked in vain:
 * Stone or steel, and all behind it or beyond its lifted sign
 * Cloud and vapor, no subsistence of a change-unstricken shrine.
 * God by god flits past in thunder, till his glories turn to shades:
 * God to god bears wondering witness how his gospel flames and fades.
 * More was each of these, while yet they were, than man their servant seemed:
 * Dead are all of these, and man survives who made them while he dreamed.

Yet haply or surely, if vision were surer than theirs who rejoiced that they saw, Man might not but see, through the darkness of godhead, the light that is surety and law.
 * On the stone that the close-drawn cloud which veils it awhile makes cloud like stands
 * The word of the truth everlasting, unspoken of tongues and unwritten of hands.
 * By the sunbeams and storms of the centuries engraven, and approved of the soul as it reads,
 * It endures as a token dividing the light from the darkness of dreams and of deeds.