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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393436" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Veiled Statue At Sais</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A youth, impelled by a burning thirst for knowledge<br>To roam to Sais, in fair Egypt's land,<br>The priesthood's secret learning to explore,<br>Had passed through many a grade with eager haste,<br>And still was hurrying on with fond impatience.<br>Scarce could the Hierophant impose a rein<br>Upon his headlong efforts. "What avails<br>A part without the whole?" the youth exclaimed;<br>"Can there be here a lesser or a greater?<br>The truth thou speak'st of, like mere earthly dross,<br>Is't but a sum that can be held by man<br>In larger or in smaller quantity?<br>Surely 'tis changeless, indivisible;<br>Deprive a harmony of but one note,<br>Deprive the rainbow of one single color,<br>And all that will remain is naught, so long<br>As that one color, that one note, is wanting."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While thus they converse held, they chanced to stand<br>Within the precincts of a lonely temple,<br>Where a veiled statue of gigantic size<br>The youth's attention caught. In wonderment<br>He turned him toward his guide, and asked him, saying,<br>"What form is that concealed beneath yon veil?"<br>"Truth!" was the answer. "What!" the young man cried,<br>"When I am striving after truth alone,<br>Seekest thou to hide that very truth from me?"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"The Godhead's self alone can answer thee,"<br>Replied the Hierophant. "'Let no rash mortal<br>Disturb this veil,' said he, 'till raised by me;<br>For he who dares with sacrilegious hand<br>To move the sacred mystic covering,<br>He'--said the Godhead--" "Well?"--"'will see the truth.'"<br>"Strangely oracular, indeed! And thou<br>Hast never ventured, then, to raise the veil?"<br>"I? Truly not! I never even felt<br>The least desire."--"Is't possible? If I<br>Were severed from the truth by nothing else<br>Than this thin gauze--" "And a divine decree,"<br>His guide broke in. "Far heavier than thou thinkest<br>Is this thin gauze, my son. Light to thy hand<br>It may be--but most weighty to thy conscience."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The youth now sought his home, absorbed in thought;<br>His burning wish to solve the mystery<br>Banished all sleep; upon his couch he lay,<br>Tossing his feverish limbs. When midnight came,<br>He rose, and toward the temple timidly,<br>Led by a mighty impulse, bent his way.<br>The walls he scaled, and soon one active spring<br>Landed the daring boy beneath the dome.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold him now, in utter solitude,<br>Welcomed by naught save fearful, deathlike silence,--<br>A silence which the echo of his steps<br>Alone disturbs, as through the vaults he paces.<br>Piercing an opening in the cupola,<br>The moon cast down her pale and silvery beams,<br>And, awful as a present deity,<br>Glittering amid the darkness of the pile,<br>In its long veil concealed, the statue stands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With hesitating step, he now draws near--<br>His impious hand would fain remove the veil--<br>Sudden a burning chill assails his bones<br>And then an unseen arm repulses him.<br>"Unhappy one, what wouldst thou do?" Thus cries<br>A faithful voice within his trembling breast.<br>"Wouldst thou profanely violate the All-Holy?"<br>"'Tis true the oracle declared, 'Let none<br>Venture to raise the veil till raised by me.'<br>But did the oracle itself not add,<br>That he who did so would behold the truth?<br>Whate'er is hid behind, I'll raise the veil."<br>And then he shouted: "Yes! I will behold it!"<br>"Behold it!"<br>Repeats in mocking tone the distant echo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He speaks, and, with the word, lifts up the veil.<br>Would you inquire what form there met his eye?<br>I know not,--but, when day appeared, the priests<br>Found him extended senseless, pale as death,<br>Before the pedestal of Isis' statue.<br>What had been seen and heard by him when there<br>He never would disclose, but from that hour<br>His happiness in life had fled forever,<br>And his deep sorrow soon conducted him<br>To an untimely grave. "Woe to that man,"<br>He warning said to every questioner,<br>"Woe to that man who wins the truth by guilt,<br>For truth so gained will ne'er reward its owner."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Friedrich+Schiller">Friedrich Schiller</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393436" data-title="The Veiled Statue At Sais de Friedrich Schiller" data-description="A youth, impelled by a burning thirst for knowledge To roam to Sais, in fair Egypt's land, The priesthood's secret learning to explore, Had passed through many a grade with eager haste, And still was hurrying on with fond impatience. Scarce could ..."></div> </div> </div>
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