Truth that peeps Over the glass's edge when dinner's done.
A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: See all, nor be afraid!
Smiling the boy fell dead.
Of power does Man possess no particle: Of knowledge-just so much as show that still It ends in ignorance on every side.
To me at least was never evening yet, but seemed far beautifuller than its day.
Time'swheelsrunsbackor stops: Potterand clayendure.