Rather Than Be Less Car'd Not To

Morn, Wak'd By The Circling Hours, With Rosy Hand Unbarr'd The Gates Of Light.

Look Homeward, Angel, Now, And Melt With Ruth.

And Live Like Nature's Bastards, Not Her Sons.

Arm The Obdured Breast With Stubborn Patience As With Triple Steel.

When We Speak Of Knowing God, It Must Be Understood With Reference To Man's Limited Powers Of Comprehension. God, As He Really Is, Is Far Beyond Man's Imagination, Let Alone Understanding. God Has Revealed Only So Much Of Himself As Our Minds Can Conceive And The Weakness Of Our Nature Can Bear.