When you read any great mystery, recorded in holy Writ, you are to prostrate your Reason to Divine Revelation.
The pious ones of Plymouth who, reaching the Rock, first fell upon their own knees and then upon the aborigines.
Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.