We want a God like that man whose name is so often on your lips, but whose spirit you understand so little--so like him that he shall be the bread of life to _all_ our hunger--not that hunger only already satisfied in you, who take the limit of your present consciousness for that of the race, and say, 'This is all the world needs:' we know the bitterness of our own hearts, and your incapacity for intermeddling with its joy.

We have another mountain-range, from whence Bursteth a sun unutterably bright; nor for us only, but for you also, who will not have the truth except it come to you in a system authorized of man." I have attributed a general utterance to these men, widely different from each other as I know they are.
Here is a voice from one of them, Arthur Hugh Clough, who died in 1861, well beloved.

It follows upon two fine poems, called _The Questioning Spirit_, and _Bethesda_, in which is represented the condition of many of the finest minds of the present century.

Let us receive it as spoken by one in the foremost ranks of these doubters, men reviled by their brethren who dare not doubt for fear of offending the God to whom they attribute their own jealousy.

But God is assuredly pleased with those who will neither lie for him, quench their dim vision of himself, nor count _that_ his mind which they would despise in a man of his making.
Across the sea, along the shore, In numbers more and ever more, From lonely hut and busy town, The valley through, the mountain down, What was it ye went out to see, Ye silly folk of Galilee?
The reed that in the wind doth shake?
The weed that washes in the lake?
The reeds that waver, the weeds that float ?-- young man preaching in a boat.
What was it ye went out to hear By sea and land, from far and near?
A teacher?
Rather seek the feet Of those who sit in Moses' seat.
Go humbly seek, and bow to them, Far off in great Jerusalem.
From them that in her courts ye saw, Her perfect doctors of the law, What is it came ye here to note ?-- A young man preaching in a boat A prophet! Boys and women weak! Declare, or cease to rave: Whence is it he hath learned to speak?
Say, who his doctrine gave?
A prophet?
Prophet wherefore he Of all in Israel tribes ?-- _He teacheth with authority, And not as do the Scribes_.
Here is another from one who will not be offended if I class him with this school--the finest of critics as one of the most finished of poets--Matthew Arnold.