Nature is never spent; There lives the dearest freshness in deep down things; And though the last lights off the black West went Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs . . . Because the Holy Ghost over the bent world broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
The soul fills the body, as God fills the world. The soul bears the body, as God bears the world. The soul outlasts the body, as God outlasts the world. The soul is one in the body, as God is One in the world. The soul sees and is not seen, as God is seen and is not seen. The sould is pure in the body, as God is pure in the world.
