There is a sense whereby each thing though changing
assumes a permanence of form, the 'it'
achieves, through all the natural species ranging,
mankind's own personal pronoun to fit
transience and beyond; and in each name,
identity, that constitutes the world
we know, the stamp eternal in the same.
Leaping and flourishing in concept bold,
each thing degenerates with grace to dust,
but that the percept of its fading form
in concept is sustained; and though it must
be percept passes, concept takes by storm
the everlasting; the ideas on earth
that flesh so overrides of God take worth. |
