The pagans did believe that this enchantment was
of God, or of many gods ; they were so much aware of
the personal in nature that they saw gods everywhere, not
moral gods concerned to make men good, but wilful and
alluring, having only the goodness of the artist, the gift
of beauty, and also the vanity of the artist ; being very
apt to destroy men like Pentheus, who were too dull to
see their charms. But we have denied all these gods,
and we say that there is one God, in whom we see
nothing of Dionysus or Apollo or Pan. In fact, most
of us see nothing in Him or of Him. But the pagans
had this advantage over us, that they did almost see
their gods. In that personal quality of nature that
we have schooled ourselves to deny, their gods were
glimmering and whispering :

The wind in the reeds and the rushes,

The bees on the bells of thyme,
The birds on the myrtle bushes,

The cicale above in the lime,
And the lizards below in the grass.
