Wednesday, October 3, 2007

The Bohemian Hymn - Ralph Waldo Emerson 1803-1882


In many forms we try to
utter God's infinity
But the boundless hath no form
And the Universal friend
Doth as far transcend
An angel as a worm.
The great Idea baffles wit
Language falters under it.
It leaves the learned
in the lurch. Nor art,
nor power, nor toil
can find the measure
of the eternal mind
Nor hymn, nor prayer
nor church.
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Cassiopeia A (aka Cass A)