Classic Poem

" Mid the rich store of nature's gifts to man
Each has his loves, close wedded to his soul
By fine associations' golden links.
As the Great Spirit bids creation teem
With conscious being and intelligence,
So man His miniature resemblance gives
To matter's every form a speaking soul,
An emanation from his spirit's fount,
The impress true of its peculiar seal.
Here finds he thy best image, sympathy! "