Andrew Lang,
Myth, Ritual And Religion, Vol…
“ Souls only that are gracious and serene By gift of God, in human lore unread, May pluck these holy blooms and grasses green That now I wreathe for thine immortal head, I who may walk with thee, thyself unseen, And by thy whispered voice am comforted. In passages like this we find the truly natural religion, the religion to which man's nature tends, "groaning and travailing" till the goal is won, But it is long in the winning; the paths are rough; humanity is "led by a way that it knew not". ”
