Classic Poem

P ROMETHEUS , forming Mr. Day,
Carv'd something like a man in clay.
The mortal's work might well miscarry;
He, that does heaven and earth control,
Alone has power to form a soul,
His hand is evident in Harry.
Since one is but a moving clod,
T'other the lively form of God;
Squire Wallis, you will scarce be able
To prove all poetry but fable.