Fail I Alone, In Words And Deeds?

The Only Fault's With Time; All Men Become Good Creatures: But So Slow!

The Body Sprang At Once To The Height, And Stayed; But The Soul,-no!

God Is The Perfect Poet, Who In His Person Acts His Own Creations.

God Is Seen God In The Star, In The Stone, In The Flesh, In The Soul And The Clod.

Truth Is Truth Howe'er It Strike.