Classic Poem

O pathos, sacred reverend might,
Vain praise thou canst but choose;
Bear my soul to cover all knowledge
Bright, but thence reprove I lose.
Eternity holds the crest with ease;
The unknown equal skies submerge,
As tempests gleam of fear uncease
To blot in thunder, reopen surge,
As if to show their ingrown swedge.
How should my sacrifice lay for
Thee? How should mien humbly
Bleat? Hast thou not given me inner
Clay? That I may rest and repeat,
Yet still living beseech thy wonderous creation!