But neither youth nor age could tell who was the pot, the potter or the mould,
They only knew that one great cause created all! And then again dissolved.
He made them all! To him again they went! This was his secret; search it out they said,
Then of the difference ye will know between the potter, pot and thee.
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More strange, more fair, more beautiful designs I saw of leaves, of blooms, of ferns, of flowers, the choicest of the choice.
And such wild flowers, the like I had never seen before, which from the tropics and temperate zones of earth had come.
And others of color wondrous fair from the depths of the ocean were also there,
To compare with the flowers of earth the richness of their marine birth