# Clarel/Part 4/Canto 21
## 21. Ungar and Rolfe

"Such earnestness! such wear and tear, And man but a thin gossamer!" So here the priest aside; then turned, And, starting: "List! the vesper-bell? Nay, nay--the hour is passed. But, oh, 5 He must have supped, Don Hannibal, Ere now. Come, friends, and shall we go? This hot discussion, let it stand And cool; to-morrow we'll remand."  "Not yet, I pray," said Rolfe; "a word;" 10 And turned toward Ungar; "be adjured, And tell us if for earth may be In ripening arts, no guarantee Of happy sequel."  "Arts are tools; 15 But tools, they say are to the strong: Is Satan weak? weak is the Wrong? No blessed augury overrules: Your arts advance in faith's decay: You are but drilling the new Hun 20 Whose growl even now can some dismay; Vindictive in his heart of hearts, He schools him in your mines and marts-- A skilled destroyer."
 "But, need own 25 That portent does in no degree Westward impend, across the sea."  "Over there? And do ye not forebode? Against pretenses void or weak The impieties of'Progress' speak. 30 What say these, in effect, to God? 'How profits it? And who art Thou That we should serve Thee? Of Thy ways No knowledge we desire; new ways We have found out, and better. Go-- 35 Depart from us; we do erase Thy sinecure: behold, the sun
Stands still no more in Ajalon: Depart from us!'--And if He do? (And that He may, the Scripture says) 40 Is aught betwixt ye and the hells? For He, nor in irreverent view, 'Tis He distills that savor true Which keeps good essences from taint; Where He is not, corruption dwells, 45 And man and chaos are without restraint."  "Oh, oh, you do but generalize In void abstractions."  "Hypothesize: If be a people which began 50 Without impediment, or let From any ruling which fore-ran; Even striving all things to forget But this--the excellence of man Left to himself, his natural bent, 55 His own devices and intent; And if, in satire of the heaven, A world, a new world have been given For stage whereon to deploy the event; If such a people be--well, well, 60 One hears the kettle-drums of hell! Exemplary act awaits its place In drama of the human race."  "Is such act certain?" Rolfe here ran "Not much is certain." 65  "God is--man. The human nature, the divine-- Have both been proved by many a sign. 'Tis no astrologer and star. The world has now so old become, 70 Historic memory goes so far Backward through long defiles of doom; Whoso consults it honestly That mind grows prescient in degree For man, like God abides the same 75 Always, through all variety
Of woven garments to the frame."  "Yes, God is God, and men are men, Forever and for aye. What then? There's Circumstance there's Time; and these 80 Are charged with store of latencies Still working in to modify. For mystic text that you recall, Dilate upon, and e'en apply-- (Although I seek not to decry) 85 Theology's scarce practical. But leave this: the New World's the theme. Here, to oppose your dark extreme, (Since an old friend is good at need) To an old thought I'll fly. Pray, heed: 90 Those waste-weirs which the New World yields To inland freshets--the free vents Supplied to turbid elements; The vast reserves--the untried fields; These long shall keep off and delay 95 The class-war, rich-and-poor-man fray Of history. From that alone Can serious trouble spring. Even that Itself, this good result may own-- The first firm founding of the state." 100  Here ending, with a watchful air Inquisitive, Rolfe waited him.
And Ungar:  "True heart do ye bear In this discussion? or but trim 105 To draw my monomania out, For monomania, past doubt, Some of ye deem it. Yet I'll on. Yours seems a reasonable tone; But in the New World things make haste: 110 Not only men, the state lives fast-- Fast breeds the pregnant eggs and shells, The slumberous combustibles Sure to explode. 'Twill come, 'twill come! One demagogue can trouble much: 115
How of a hundred thousand such? And universal suffrage lent To back them with brute element Overwhelming? What shall bind these seas Of rival sharp communities 120 Unchristianized? Yea, but 'twill come!" "What come?" "Your Thirty Years (of) War."  "Should fortune's favorable star Avert it?" 125  "Fortune? nay, 'tis doom." "Then what comes after? spasms but tend Ever, at last, to quiet."  "Know, Whatever happen in the end, 130 Be sure 'twill yield to one and all New confirmation of the fall Of Adam. Sequel may ensue, Indeed, whose germs one now may view: Myriads playing pygmy parts-- 135 Debased into equality: In glut of all material arts A civic barbarism may be: Man disennobled--brutalized By popular science--Atheized 140 Into a smatterer " "Oh, oh!"  "Yet knowing all self need to know In self's base little fallacy; Dead level of rank commonplace: 145 An Anglo-Saxon China, see, May on your vast plains shame the race In the Dark Ages of Democracy."
 America!  In stilled estate, 150 On him, half-brother and co-mate-- In silence, and with vision dim Rolfe, Vine, and Clarel gazed on him;
They gazed, nor one of them found heart To upbraid the crotchet of his smart, 155 Bethinking them whence sole it came, Though birthright he renounced in hope, Their sanguine country's wonted claim. Nor dull they were in honest tone To some misgivings of their own: 160 They felt how far beyond the scope Of elder Europe's saddest thought Might be the New World's sudden brought In youth to share old age's pains-- To feel the arrest of hope's advance, 165 And squandered last inheritance; And cry--"To Terminus build fanes! Columbus ended earth's romance: No New World to mankind remains!"