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Some of the shapes were large, some small, and some were rough and some were smooth, and as the Potter turned the last, I saw it was a man.
Out of the earth had he been wrought, by experience he was taught; out of the voiceless came he here, into the voiceless will he once more pass.
Oh, Thou wondrous vessel, thou! Learn to know that god is man.
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Shaped as a man again a vase I saw; it looked so smooth, so bright and tinted with colors rare,
All looked harmonious without, a beauteous vessel one would say, but to the Potter's knowing eye it was a fraud!!
And taking a mallet in his hand he beat it back to dust again.
And when I questioned why he had thus done, he paused and answered "It's not true."