Robert Browning,
Paracelsus — Part I
(1835)
“ Why ever make man's good distinct from God's, Or, finding they are one, why dare mistrust? Who shall succeed if not one pledged like me? Mine is no mad attempt to build a world Apart from his, like those who set themselves To find the nature of the spirit they bore, And, taught betimes that all their gorgeous dreams Were only born to vanish in this life, Refused to fit them to its narrow sphere, But chose to figure forth another world And other frames meet for their vast desires,— And all a dream! Thus was life scorned; but life Shall yet be crowned: twine amaranth! I am priest! ”
