The sum of all is—­yes, my doubt is great,
My faith’s still greater, then my faith’s enough. 
I have read much, thought much, experienced much,
Yet would die rather than avow my fear
The Naples’ liquefaction may be false,
When set to happen by the palace-clock
According to the clouds or dinner-time. 730
I hear you recommend, I might at least
Eliminate, decrassify my faith
Since I adopt it; keeping what I must
And leaving what I can—­such points as this. 
I won’t—­that is, I can’t throw one away. 
Supposing there’s no truth in what I hold
About the need of trial to man’s faith,
Still, when you bid me purify the same,
To such a process I discern no end. 
Clearing off one excrescence to see two, 740
There’s ever a next in size, now grown as big,
That meets the knife:  I cut and cut again! 
First cut the Liquefaction, what comes last
But Fichte’s clever cut at God himself? 
Experimentalize on sacred things! 
I trust nor hand nor eye nor heart nor brain
To stop betimes:  they all get drunk alike. 
The first step, I am master not to take.

You’d find the cutting-process to your taste
As much as leaving growths of lies unpruned, 750
Nor see more danger in it—­you retort. 
Your taste’s worth mine; but my taste proves more wise
When we consider that the steadfast hold
On the extreme end of the chain of faith
Gives all the advantage, makes the difference
With the rough purblind mass we seek to rule: 
We are their lords, or they are free of us,
Justas we tighten or relax our hold. 
So, other matters equal, we’ll revert
To the first problem—­which, if solved my way 760
And thrown into the balance, turns the scale—­
How we may lead a comfortable life,
How suit our luggage to the cabin’s size.

Of course you are remarking all this time
How narrowly and grossly I view life,
Respect the creature-comforts, care to rule
The masses, and regard complacently
“The cabin,” in our old phrase.  Well, I do. 
I act for, talk for, live for this world now,
As this world prizes action, life and talk:  770
No prejudice to what next world may prove,
Whose new laws and requirements, my best pledge
To observe then, is that I observe these now,
Shall do hereafter what I do meanwhile. 
Let us concede (gratuitously though)
Next life relieves the soul of body, yields
Pure spiritual enjoyment:  well, my friend,
Why lose this life i’ the meantime, since its use
May be to make the next life more intense?