“In the elder days of art
Builders wrought with greatest care
Each minute and unseen part,—
For the gods see everywhere.”
—Longfellow

“Oh, happy dreams of such a soul have I,
And softly to myself of him I sing,
Whose seraph pride all pride doth overwing;
Who stoops to greatness, matches low with high,
And as in grand equalities of sky,
Stands level with the beggar and the king.”
—Wasson