A diver, from sea-bottom, pearls’ store can choose.
A saint handles earth, turns it straightway to gold.
A sinner, by touch, to earth turns this;—behold.
A just man’s accepted of God, the Most High.
His deeds are the works of God’s hand, still. Eigh! Eigh!
Th’ imperfect one’s hand is aye Satan’s foul limb;
Responsible rests he, howe’er he may climb.[211]65
To him wisdom’s self’s but a mere misguidance.
Th’ imperfect man’s science is crass ignorance.
Whatever as cause acts, as cause counted is;