He saw them varying as the plastic clay

Under the Sculptor’s hands.

He saw them flowing

From one Eternal Fount beyond our world,

The inscrutable and indwelling Primal Power,

His only vera causa; by whose will

There was no gulf between the first and last.

There was no break in that long line of law

Between the first life drifting in the sea,

And man, proud man, the crowning form of earth,