Classic Poem

Who hath the wit to catch God's will,
And swear — " By God, I'll do it!
" Though men shall crown, or men shall frown,
" I'll steadily pursue it " :

Well, it may tarry many a year,
While fools do rule the roast-a,
Yet comes a day God's Self doth say,
" Behold the Friend I toast-a " !