Classic Poem

That there are better things within the womb
Of Nature than to our unworthy view
She condescends to publish may be true:
The cycle of the birthplace and the tomb
Fulfils at least the order and the doom
Of her that has not ordinance to do
More than to withdraw and to renew,
To show one moment and the next resume.
The law that we return from whence we came
May for the flowers, beasts, and most men remain;
If for ourselves we nor question nor complain.
But for a being that demands the name
We highest deem—a Person and a Soul—
It troubles us if this should be the whole.