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...world's coarse thumb And finger failed to plumb, So passed in making up the main account ; All instincts immature, All purposes unsure That weighed not as...was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.' This passage explains better than any other the poet's eagerness to analyse character, and his interest...

...His hand Who saith, ' A whole I planned, Youth shows but half ; trust God, see all, nor be afraid? " All I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This,...was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped. " Look thou not down, but up 1 To uses of a cup, The festal board, lamp's flash and trumpet's peal....

...we— you and I — are God's work ; and His work cannot fail. Think of these words of Browning's — " 'All I could never be, All men ignored in me, This...was worth to God, Whose wheel the pitcher shaped.' " The night passed, and sad days passed, yet not unquiet nor unhallowed days. Abel Kirke was borne...

...hardly to be packed into a narrow act, fancies that broke through language and escaped; all instincts immature, all purposes unsure, that weighed not as his work, yet swelled the man's account. All he could never be, all men ignored, this, was he worth to God whose wheel the pitcher...

...thumb And finger failed to plumb, So passed in making up the main account ; All instinctsSmmature, All purposes unsure, That weighed not as his work, yet swelled the man's amount." We plainly see that the apparent end, that which is the end indeed of one existence — is but the...