Earth Being So Good, Would Heaven Seem

Earth Is Crammed With Heavens.

Who Knows Most, Doubts Most; Entertaining Hope Means Recognizing Fear.

I Want To Know A Butcher Paints, A Baker Rhymes For His Pursuit, Candlestick-maker Much Acquaints His Soul With Song, Or, Haply Mute, Blows Out His Brains Upon The Flute.

Of What I Call God, And Fools Call Nature.

God Is Seen God In The Star, In The Stone, In The Flesh, In The Soul And The Clod.