Mystery ever is that which lies broad open to all men; Circles you round and round, yet not a body observes.
The Poems of Schiller, To the Mystics (p. 310), H. Holt & Co. 1902
Mystery ever is that which lies broad open to all men; Circles you round and round, yet not a body observes.
The Poems of Schiller, To the Mystics (p. 310), H. Holt & Co. 1902