God is seen God In the star, in the stone, in the flesh, in the soul and the clod.

Once more on my adventure brave and new.

Still more labyrinthine buds the rose.

Art remains the one way possible of speaking truth.

When a man's busy, why leisure Strikes him as wonderful pleasure: 'Faith, and at leisure once is he? Straightway he wants to be busy.

Are there not, dear Michael, Two points in the adventure of the diver,- One, when a beggar he prepares to plunge; One, when a prince he rises with his pearl? Festus, I plunge.

Finds progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the beast's; God is, they are, Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be.