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grieved, and called Miles to know how this came. Miles, 

 half dead with fear, said that it fell down of itself and 

 that with the noise and fire that followed he was almost 

 frightened out of his wits. Friar Bacon asked him if 

 it did not speak. 



" Yes/' quoth Miles, " it spake, but to no purpose/* 



Time is, and all the detail of the world confounds 

 The plastic mind. With multitude of shapes and sounds 

 Do the swift elements of thought contend 

 To form a whole which they may comprehend 

 Only to those of high intent 

 Is life revealed, and quick dreams sent 

 Half glimpsed truths omnipotent. 

 Out of the silence of an unborn space 

 A spirit moves, and thought comes face to face 

 With the immutable, and time is past, 

 And the spent soul, alone, meets truth at last. 

 Chance, fate, occasion, circumstance, 

 In interfused radiance 



Are lost. Past, present, future, all combined 

 In one sure instantaneous grasp of mind, 

 And all infinity unrolls at our command, 

 While beast and man and God unite, as worlds expand. 

 ORMEIDA CURTIS HARRISON, 



