Out of the unknown we move to the unknown. Ever surround our brief existence here Grey shadows of unanswered questionings; The dark Inconscient's signless mysteries Stand up unsolved behind Fate's starting line; An aspiration in the Night's profound, Seed of a perishing body and half-lit mind, Uplifts its lonely tongue of conscious fire Towards an undying Light for ever lost. Only it hears, sole echo of its call, The dim reply in man's unknowing heart And meets, not understanding why it came Or for what reason is the suffering here, God's sanction to the paradox of life And the riddle of the Immortal's birth in Time. ... Our souls accept what our blind thoughts refuse. Earth's winged chimeras are Truth's steeds in Heaven, The impossible God's sign of things to be. But few can look beyond the present state Or overleap this matted hedge of sense. All that transpires on earth and all beyond Are parts of an illimitable plan The One keeps in his heart and knows alone. Our outward happenings have their seed within, And even this random Fate that imitates Chance, This mass of unintelligible results, Are the dumb graph of truths that work unseen: The laws of the Unknown create the known.