W. C. Scully - Immanuel Kant lyrics

A mountain sometimes stands in silent state And outward stillness, whilst its fiery heart Throbs with doom's potency and pent-up fate. So KANT stood, brooding for twelve years apart From men, whilst his strong soul did dominate Amid the shades whose realm was its resort. Then on the mind's illimitable sea He sailed, undaunted, till he found an isle Where Truth sat, like a Sybil, 'neath a tree Whose fruit was knowledge, and he felt her smile Smite on the veils of sense that utterly Cloud the soul's eyes and so sad men beguile. And in his trembling hand she laid the key That solves the secrets of all things that be.