enterprise, the war in heaven,
that conflict between Titan and Zeus which is part of the never-ending
struggle of the human spirit to assert its supremacy over nature. We,
who he crushed by this mountain nature piled above us, must arise again,
unite to storm the heavens and sit on the seats of the mighty.

II.

We speak out of too petty a spirit to each other; the true poems, said
Whitman:

Bring none to his or to her terminus or to be content and full,
Whom they take they take into space to behold the birth of stars,
to learn one of the meanings,
To launch off with absolute faith, to sweep through the ceaseless
rings and never be quiet again.

Here is inspiration--the voice of the soul. Every word which really
inspires is spoken as if the Golden Age had never passed. The great
teachers ignore the personal identity and speak to the eternal pilgrim.
Too often the form or surface far removed from beauty makes us falter,
and we speak to that form and the soul is not stirred. But an equal
temper arouses it. To whoever hails in it the lover, the hero, the
magician, it will respond, but not to him who accosts it in the name and
style of its outer self. How often do we not long to break through the
veils which divide us from some one, but custom, convention, or a fear
of being misunderstood prevent us, and so the moment passes whose heat
might have burned through every barrier. Out with it--out with it, the
hidden heart, the love that is voiceless, the secret tender germ of an
infinite forgiveness. That speaks to the heart. That pierces through
many a vesture of the Soul. Our companion struggles in some labyrinth of
passion. We help him, we, think, with ethic and moralities.

Ah, very well they are; well to know and to keep, but wherefore? For
their own sake? No, but that the King may arise in his beauty. We write
that in letters, in books, but to the face of the fallen who brings back
remembrance? Who calls him by his secret name? Let a man but feel for
what high cause is his battle, for what is his cyclic labor, and a
warrior who is invincible fights for him and he draws upon divine
powers. Our attitude to man and to nature, expressed or not, has
something of the effect of ritual, of evocation. As our aspiration so
is our inspiration. We believe in life universal, in a brotherhood
which links the elements to man, and makes the glow-worm feel far off
something of the rapture of