conception as my soul allows ? Under thy measureless, my atom width! Man?s mind, what is it but a convex glass, Wherein are gathered all the scattered points Picked out of the immensity of sky, To reunite there, be our heaven for earth, Our Known Unknown, our God revealed to man?? But Browning also asserts God?s transcendence: in Death in the Desert, we read: ?Man is not God, but hath God?s end to serve, A Master to obey, a Cause to take, Somewhat to cast off, somewhat to become?; in Christmas Eve, the poet derides ?The important stumble Of adding, he, the sage and humble, Was also one with the Creator?; he tells us that it was God?s plan to make man in his image: ?To create man, and then leave him Able, his own word saith, to grieve him; But able to glorify him too, As a mere machine could never do That prayed or praised, all unaware Of its fitness for aught but praise or prayer, Made perfect as a thing of course...God, whose pleasure brought Man into being, stands away, As it were, a handbreadth off, to give Room for the newly made to live And look at him from a place apart And use his gifts of brain and heart?; ?Life?s business being just the terrible choice.?
So Tennyson?s Higher Pantheism: ?The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills, and the plains, Are not these, O soul, the vision of Him who reigns? Dark is the world to thee; thou thyself art the reason why; For is not He all but thou, that hast power to feel ?I am I?? Speak to him, thou, for he hears, and spirit with spirit can meet; Closer is he than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet. And the ear of man cannot hear, and the eye of man cannot see; But if we could see and hear, this vision ? were it not He?? Also Tennyson?s Ancient Sage: ?But that one ripple on the boundless deep Feels that the deep is boundless, and itself Forever changing form, but evermore One with the boundless motion of the deep?; and In Memoriam: ?One God, one law, one element, And one far-off divine event, Toward which the whole creation moves.? Emerson: ?The day of days, the greatest day in the feast of life, is that in which the inward eye opens to the unity of things?; ?In the mud and scum of things Something always, always sings.? Mrs. Browning: ?Earth is crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God; but only he who sees takes off his shoes.? So manhood is itself potentially a divine thing. All life, in all its vast variety, can have but one Source. It is either one God, above all, through all, and in all, or it is no God at all. E. M. Poteat, On Chesapeake Bay: ?Night?s radiant glory overhead, A softer glory there below, Deep answered unto deep, and said: A kindred fire in us doth glow. For life is one ? of sea and stars, Of God and man, of earth and heaven ? And by no theologic bars shall my scant life from God?s be riven.? See Professor Henry Jones, Robert Browning.
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