It was Schelling who said that if he had truth in one hand and the
search for truth in the other, he would let truth go in order that he
might search for it. Something of this philosophy is in these verses:
For me the loitering of the road,
The hidden voice that sings;
For me the vernal mysteries,
Deep woods and silent springs.
I covet not the ended road,
The granary, the sheaf;
For me the sowing of the grain,
The promise of the leaf. (Text.)
--_Lippincott’s Magazine._
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See NATURE’S ANTIDOTE.