He read how faith, the merest grain, Whirling a mountain to the sea, Transforms a peak into a plain; And long he prayed that this might be. "But first," a Voice said, "you will find A frowning, lofty pyramid Of ugly doubt within your mind; Remove that mountain." And he did. "Then next," the Voice said, "toss aside From off your spirit's continent The monster mountain peak of pride." So to the sea his pride was sent. "And last," the Voice said, "bid depart That peak that towers to the sun And makes a midnight in your heart, Your ignorance." And it was done. "Now, now," the Voice said, "work the spell, Command the Alps into the sea!" "I've had enough of miracle; Those mountains may remain," said he. |