How all is one way wrought!

How all is one way wrought!┬░

How all things suit and sit!

Then ah! the tune that thought

Trod to that fancied it.

Nor angel insight can

Learn how the heart is hence:

Since all the make of man┬░

Is law's indifference.

Who built these walls made known┬░

The music of his mind,

Yet here he has but shewn

His ruder-rounded rind.

Not free in this because

His powers seemed free to play:┬░

He swept what scope he was

To sweep and must obey.

Though down his being's bent

Like air he changed in choice,

That was an instrument

Which overvaulted voice.┬░

Therefore this masterhood,

This piece of perfect song,┬░

This fault-not-found-with good,┬░

Is neither right nor wrong.

No more than red and blue,

No more than Re and Mi,

Or sweet the golden glue

That's built for by the bee.┬░

What makes the man and what

The man within that makes:┬░

Ask whom he serves or not

Serves and what side he takes.

For good grows wild and wide,

Has shades, is nowhere none;

But right must seek a side┬░

And choose for chieftain one.

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