Canto XXXVI
Tho’ truths in manhood darkly join,Deep-seated in our mystic frame,We yield all blessing to the nameOf Him that made them current coin;
For Wisdom dealt with mortal powers,Where Truth in closest words shall fail,When Truth embodied in a taleShall enter in at lowly doors.
And so the Word had breath, and wroughtWith human hands the creed of creedsIn loveliness of perfect deeds,More strong than all poetic thought;
Which he may read that binds the sheaf,Or builds the house, or digs the grave,And those wild eyes that watch the waveIn roarings round the coral reef.