How good is life, the mere living!
God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.
Oh never star Was lost here but it rose afar.
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.
This could but have happened once,- And we missed it, lost it forever.
If thou tastest a crust of bread, thou tastest all the stars and all the heavens.