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.