Excerpt from God in Reason and Intuition: A Philosophical Poem His age, is an age of shams and shows Where wordy-wisdom her trumpet blows Of multitudinous sects and schools, Where dubious speculation rules. We talk of knowledge, like birds, we fly Through the mighty abyss of infinity, Flapping our feeble and tiny wings Amid the universe of things. Some little truths we think we know Like little children, we make a show Of learning we think we gain Some facts we think we make them plain But as we grow, we come to see That wisdom grows eternally. The truth we think is fixed, to-day, To-morrow we find is passing away Lost, or merged in a higher one, Which we, in our blindness, had not known. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.