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There ceased the limits of the labouring Power. But being and creation cease not there. For Thought transcends the circles of mortal mind, It is greater than its earthly instrument: The godhead crammed into mind's narrow space Escapes on every side into some vast That is a passage to infinity. It moves eternal in the spirit's field, A runner towards the far spiritual light, A child and servant of the spirit's force. But mind too falls back from a nameless peak. His being stretched beyond the sight of Thought. For the spirit is eternal and unmade And not by thinking was its greatness born, And not by thinking can its knowledge come. It knows itself and in itself it lives, It moves where no thought is nor any form. Its feet are steadied upon finite things, Its wings can dare to cross the Infinite. Arriving into his ken a wonder space Of great and marvellous meetings called his steps, Where Thought leaned on a Vision beyond thought And shaped a world from the Unthinkable. On peaks imagination cannot tread, In the horizons of a tireless sight, Under a blue veil of eternity The splendours of ideal Mind were seen Outstretched across the boundaries of things known. Origin of the little that we are, Instinct with the endless more that we must be, A prop of all that human strength enacts, 
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