How Imperfect Is All Our Knowledge!

How Imperfect Is All Our Knowledge!

Nature Hath No Goal Though She Hath Law.

Yesternight The Sun Went Hence, And Yet Is Here Today.

And When A Whirl-winde Hath Blowne The Dust Of The Churchyard Into The Church, And Man Sweeps Out The Dust Of The Church Into The Church-yard, Who Will Undertake To Sift Those Dusts Again, And To Pronounce, This Is The Patrician, This Is The Noble Flower, And This The Yeomanly, This The Plebian Bran.

And Dare Love That, And Say So Too, And Forget The He And She.