Classic Poem

" Yes, write it in the rock," Saint Bernard said,
" Grave it on brass with adamantine pen!
'Tis God himself becomes apparent, when
God's wisdom and God's goodness are display'd,

" For God of these his attributes is made." —
Well spake the impetuous Saint, and bore of men
The suffrage captive; now, not one in ten
Recalls the obscure opposer he outweigh'd.

God's wisdom and God's goodness ! — Ay, but fools
Mis-define these till God knows them no more.
Wisdom and goodness, they are God! — what schools

Have yet so much as heard this simpler lore?
This no Saint preaches, and this no Church rules;
'Tis in the desert, now and heretofore.