tars silent rest o'er us,
Graves under us silent'

Between _these_ two great Silences, the hum of all our spinning
cylinders, Trades-Unions, Anti-Corn-Law Leagues and Carlton Clubs
goes on. Stupidity itself ought to pause a little, and consider
that. I tell thee, through all thy Ledgers, Supply-and-demand
Philosophies, and daily most modern melancholy Business and Cant,
there does shine the presence of a Primeval Unspeakable; and
thou wert wise to recognise, not with lips only, that same!

The Maker's Laws, whether they are promulgated in Sinai Thunder,
to the ear or imagination, or quite otherwise promulgated, are
the Laws of God; transcendant, everlasting, imperatively
demanding obedience from all men. This, without any thunder, or
with never so much thunder, thou, if there be any soul left in
thee, canst know of a truth. The Universe, I say, is made by
Law; the great Soul of the World is just and not unjust. Look
thou, if thou have eyes or soul left, into this great shoreless
Incomprehensible: in the heart of its tumultuous Appearances,
Embroilments, and mad Time-vortexes, is there not, silent,
eternal, an All-just, an All-beautiful; sole Reality and
ultimate controlling Power of the whole? This is not a figure of
speech; this is a fact. The fact of Gravitation known to all
animals, is not surer than this inner Fact, which may be known to
all men. He who knows this, it will sink, silent, awful,
unspeakable, into his heart. He will say with Faust: "Who
_dare_ name HIM?" Most rituals or 'namings' he will fall in with
at present, are like to be 'namings'--which shall be nameless!
In silence, in the Eternal Temple, let him worship, if there be
no fit word. Such knowledge, the crown of his whole spiritual
being, the life of his life, let him keep and sacredly walk by.
He has a religion. Hourly and daily, for himself and for the
whole world, a faithful, unspoken, but not ineffectual prayer
rises, "Thy will be done." His whole work on Earth is an
emblematic spoken or acted prayer, Be the will of God done on
Earth,--not the Devil's will, or any of the Devil's servants'
wills! He has a religion, this man; an everlasting Loadstar
that beams the brighter in the Heavens, the darker here on Earth
grows the night around him. Thou, if thou know not this, what
are all rituals, liturgies, mythologies, mass-chantings, turnings
of the rotatory calabash? They are as nothing; in a good many
respects the