Begin it well, and know
That God will end it so.

The Reefs that Polyps rear, the Cliffs untrod,
The Towers of Men,—alike are Works of God.

H OW shall he stand before the Throne
Who tried to climb to Heaven—Alone?

The Goal may be the Same, the Roads Diverse;
Because my Way is Different is it Worse?

T RUTH is not cloaked, though Truth eludes our Sight;
If God's Own Face seems hid, 'tis hid in Light.