WORDS are but passing symbols of the deep <br /> Crying unto deep in individual souls. <br /> And men are words on the great voice that rolls <br />Through Nature, since that morn when from their sleep <br />The elements heard, and they who vigil keep <br />5 <br /> On Heaven's battlements, to distant poles <br /> Re-echoed, "Let light be!"—such voice as tolls <br />The birth and death of all who laugh or weep. <br />Not uniform, but in a wondrous plan, <br /> Each diverse from his fellows, symbol each <br />10 <br /> Of varying thought in the eternal mind. <br />Now at the feet of every age of man <br /> We sit and learn. Haply, in perfect speech <br /> Its voice will be God's message to our kind.<br /><br />Frederick George Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/words-432/
