He made us to His image all agree;
That image is the soul, and that must be,
Or not the Maker’s image, or be free.
Dryden.
Outcasts of mortal race! can we conceive
Image of aught delightful, soft, or great.
Prior.
Poor man! How happy once in thy first state!
When yet but warm from thy great Maker’s hand,
He stamped thee with His image, and well pleased,