Classic Poem

The stone of our new wall
Within the rock unbroken lay
Ere man had lifted to the day
A stone to build at all;
But though, to men unknown,
It lay asleep in darksome beds,
'Twas yet to shelter our two heads
That lay that hidden stone.

The gold that's in your ring
Lay mingled in the rock with sand,
Unreach'd by man's tool-wielding hand,
Ere we were anything;
Ere liv'd a smith to mould
A jewel by the helping flame,
For you ere gold had yet a name
Was kept that hidden gold.

The Mind of minds, with sight
That seeth all things as in one,
And all things yet undone as done,
Thus guideth all things right.
To nothing ever blind,
He fitteth wisely from afar
For things that are not, those that are,
An all beholding mind.