Who can tell the worth of man,
His nature and his scope;
When in his breast comingle
Affections so remote?
He is baser than the beasts
And brighter than the stars;
Disciple of darkness and of light;
A child of Zeus no less than Mars.
How shall we judge him, --
With what measure can we rule;
What punish and what pardon --
This wisest of all fools?
He is at odds within himself,
A comic kind of tragedy,
Forever sinking into mud
While straining for divinity.
One moment he is Christian called,
The next, a burden to the weak;
Devouring the spoils of war;
A spendthrift of the gift he seeks.
This creature stranger than an ass
With head of eagle bound
Is ever 'twixt eternities
And nowhere to be found.
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