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Listen, if thou needs must know.
There is among the stars one greatest star
Which showeth dark, and none may see it shine.
Men know it by their hope; a hand divine
Must darkly lead them thither from afar.
But once within its bounds eternal light
Streams on their ampler souls, and there they are
What upon earth they would be. Of this realm
An ancient God is king, majestic, wise,
Of triple form and all-beholding eyes.
The terror of his glance can overwhelm
The sense, as lightning when it rends the skies.
The dread words of his mouth are gladly heard
'But marvellous their meaning, not to prove
Except by faith and argument of love.
He saith he fashioned nature with a word,
And in him all things are and live and move.
To that fair kingdom from primeval night
I passed, and clad in splendour and in might
I led the armies of my father, God.
My right hand urged them with a sword of light,
My left hand ruled them with a flowering rod.
Brave was my youth and pleasing in his sight,
Next him in honour; till one day discourse
Upon his greatness and our being's source
Led me to question: “Tell, O Lord, the cause
Why sluggish nature doth with thee contend.
And thy designs, observant of her laws,
By tortuous paths must struggle to their end."
To this with many words of little pith
And as when sailors crossing some broad frith
Spy in the lurid west a sudden gloom
And grasp the rudder taking double reef,
I nerved my heart for battle; for my doom
I saw upon me, and that I was born
To suffer and to fill the world with grief.
But strong in reason, terrible in scorn,
I rose. "Seek not, O Lord, my King," I cried,
"With solemn phrases to deceive my doubt.
Tell me thy thought, or I will pluck it out
With bitter question. Woe if thou hast lied,
Woe if thou hast not! Make thy prudent choice!
Either confess that how thou cam’st to be
Or why the winds are docile to thy voice,
And why the will to make us was in thee,
And why the partners of thy life are three
Thou canst not know, but even as the rest
That wake to life behold the sun and moon
And feel their natural passions stir their breast
They know not why, so thou from some long swoon
Awaking once, didst with supreme surprise
Scan thy deep bosom and the vault of heaven,—
For I did so when fate unsealed mine eyes.
Thy small zeal for the truth may be forgiven
If thou confess it now, and I might still
Call thee my master, for thou rulest well
And in thy kingdom I have loved to dwell.
Or else, if truth offend thy pampered will,
And with caressing words and priestly spell
Thou wouldst seduce me, henceforth I rebel."
I knew his answer, and I drew my sword,
And many spirits gathered to my side.
But in high heaven he is still the Lord;
I am an exile in these spaces wide
Where none is master. The north wind and the west
Are my companions, and the void my rest.
Main Entry: hie
Inflected Form(s): hied; hy•ing or hie•ing
Etymology: Middle English, from Old English hīgian to strive, hasten
Date: 12th century
intransitive verb : to go quickly : HASTENtransitive verb : to cause (oneself) to go quickly
And thou shalt speak and say before the LORD thy God, A Syrian ready to perish was my father, and he went down into Egypt, and sojourned there with a few, and became there a nation, great, mighty, and populous: