Progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the beasts': God is, they are, Man partly is and wholly hopes to be

Progress is The law of life, man is not Man as yet.

Like plants in mines, which never saw the sun, But dream of him, and guess where he may be, And do the best to climb, and get to him.

Finds progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the beast's; God is, they are, Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be.

Why comes temptation but for man to meet/ And master and make crouch beneath his foot, / And so be pedestaled in triumph?

All service ranks the same with God: With God, whose puppets, best and worst, Are we; there is no last nor first