The Metaphysician
" The Universe far, far below me lies!
I scarcely see the mannikins of earth!
How does my art, in its transcendent worth
Noblest of all, exalt me to the skies! "
So brags the slater from his lofty perch,
So does that little self-important man,
Hans Metaphysicus, learned in research.
Tell me, thou little self-important man,
Yon pile, on which so grandly thou dost glose —
Whence came it — on what base does it repose?
How cam'st thou there — and, for its callow height,
What serves it, but to bring the plain in sight?
I scarcely see the mannikins of earth!
How does my art, in its transcendent worth
Noblest of all, exalt me to the skies! "
So brags the slater from his lofty perch,
So does that little self-important man,
Hans Metaphysicus, learned in research.
Tell me, thou little self-important man,
Yon pile, on which so grandly thou dost glose —
Whence came it — on what base does it repose?
How cam'st thou there — and, for its callow height,
What serves it, but to bring the plain in sight?
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