THE HOLY PLACE. 
93 
“ Yet though he passed within 
 And plunged within the deep, 
The seven palaces of sin, 
 And slept the lonely sleep, 
Yet came He out alone :  but then I thought I heard 
Them weep. 
 
“ He passed alone, above, 
 Out of the Gates of Night ; 
Angels of Purity and Love 
 Drew to my sound and sight. 
I heard Them cry that even there He fixed the eternal 
Light. 
 
“ I think beneath these groans, 
 And laughters madness-born, 
Tears fell that might dissolve the stones 
 That grind the accurséd corn. 
Beneath the deep, beneath the deep, may dwell the 
star of morn ! 
 
“ Therefore, O God, I pray 
 Redemption for the folk 
That dread the scourging light of day, 
 That bear the midnight yoke. 
The Chaos was no less than this—and there the light 
awoke.” 
 
“ O Dog of Evil, yea ! 
 Thou hast in wisdom said.