Tis Man's to explore up and down, inch by inch, with the taper his reason.
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.
Death: the grand perhaps.
Where the heart lies, let the brain lie also.
But there are times when patience proves at fault.
Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.