O Love! thou makest all things even
In earth or heaven;
Finding thy way through prison-bars
Up to the stars;
Or, true to the Almighty plan,
That out of dust created man,
Thou lookest in a grave,--to see
Thine immortality!
Sarah Flower Adams
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/o-love-thou-makest-all-things-even/
