Tho’ truths in manhood darkly join,
;;Deep-seated in our mystic frame,
;;We yield all blessing to the name
Of Him that made them current coin;
For Wisdom dealt with mortal powers,
;;Where truth in closest words shall fail,
;;When truth embodied in a tale
Shall enter in at lowly doors.
And so the Word had breath, and wrought
;;With human hands the creed of creeds
;;In loveliness of perfect deeds,
More strong than all poetic thought;
Which he may read that binds the sheaf,
;;Or builds the house, or digs the grave,
;;And those wild eyes that watch the wave
In roarings round the coral reef.