All Nature is but art, unknown to thee All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good.
Is it, in heav'n, a crime to love too well?
And write about it, Goddess, and about it!
Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God, afraid of me.
Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.
In faith and hope the world will disagree, but all mankind's concern is charity.