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Not on the vulgar mass Called “work” must sentence pass, Things done, that took the eye and had the price; O’er which, from level stand, The low world laid its hand, Found straightway to its mind, could value in a trice: But all, the 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 his work, yet swelled the man’s amount: Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All, I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped, So, take and use thy work: Amend what flaws may lurk, What strain o’ the stuff, what warpings past the aim! My times be in Thy hand! Perfect the cup as planned! Let age approve of youth, and death complete the same.

Not on the vulgar mass Called “work” must sentence pass, Things done, that took the eye and had the price; O’er which, from level stand, The low world laid its hand, Found straightway to its mind, could value in a trice: But all, the 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 his work, yet swelled the man’s amount: Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All, I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped, So, take and use thy work: Amend what flaws may lurk, What strain o’ the stuff, what warpings past the aim! My times be in Thy hand! Perfect the cup as planned! Let age approve of youth, and death complete the same.

Approximate author period: c. 1850 AD · industrial