Classic Poem

Is nothing less then naught—nothing is nought
& there is nothing less—but something is
Though next to nothing—that a Trifle seems
& such am I—yet Man no trifle is
Born an immortal Soul that cannot die
To Nothing—nor yet be nothing
That Soul is Man—born not of the Dust
Nor yet to dust returns—but born of God
Eternal as his Sire—living for ever
An immortal Soul.