Chapter 16 SUB PONDERE CRESCIT

The hope of Truth grows stronger, day by day;

I hear the soul of Man around me waking,

Like a great sea, its frozen fetters breaking,

And flinging up to heaven its sunlit spray,

Tossing huge continents in scornful play,

And crushing them, with din of grinding thunder,

That makes old emptinesses stare in wonder;

The memory of a