swoon Had not his eyes compelled me. Grave he looked, Where gravity in such a beauteous thing Could find occasion, and his voice was low And troubled, warning me.  "Let not your son Tempt God too far, He will not brook affront Though son of mine should dare it; be assured The secret of this riddle universe Shall ne'er be known on earth, man was not made For too much knowledge, mankind ceases then When man too much aspires. Speak to him Lest he should bring destruction on your head And on the world."  Thus spoke he, nothing more, And ere my eyes could hold him he was gone. 

 

 THE WIFE 

 Ah, let us go in to my husband then And warn him quickly. 

 

 THE MOTHER 

 I have warned, alas! And he has heard with the unheeding smile One gives to children's prattle.  "Now at last The hours bear fruit, and shall I hold my hand," He answered, "for your vision? I have waited, Now is the time when hope is justified; Truth dawns, not even God Himself can stand Between the light and me and shadow it." 

 

 THE WIFE 

 Ah God! ah God! to whom shall be appeal? 

 

 THE MOTHER 

 Look where he comes. 

 

 THE WIFE 

 With what an air fulfilled. 

 Enter the SEEKER AFTER TRUTH, inspired 

 THE SEEKER 

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