And one supreme is born. Man comes at last;
Man, who to man is what God is to earth;
God’s image in the soul; in form her birth.
Yet look again; Man reaches to his prime,
Like God, creating through fixed laws and time,
Must he not, too, through each gradation go,
Reaching to higher passes from the low?
Is not our life breathed forth from God’s own breath?
Once having lived, can we in truth know death?
Each soul from birth until the final sleep,