And some were crusted with old age, and some were bright as from the Potter's hand they came, But neither YOUTH nor AGE could tell who was the POT, the POTTER or the MOULD, They only knew that ONE GREAT CAUSE CREATED ALL! And then again dissolved. HE MADE THEM ALL! TO HIM AGAIN THEY WENT! THIS WAS HIS SECRET; search it out they said, Then of the difference ye will know between the POTTER, POT and THEE. 87 More strange, more fair, more beautiful designs I saw of leaves, of blooms, of ferns, of flowers, the choicest of the choice. And such wild flowers, the like I had never seen before, which from the tropics and temperate zones of earth had come. And others of color wondrous fair from the depths of the ocean were also there, To compare with the flowers of earth the richness of their marine birth All had been spun on the self same WHEEL, all to the earth their lives will yield, Except their beauty and perfume, which with their SOULS TO HIM HAVE GONE. 88 All is thus spun by the POTTER on his WHEEL, in his shop the UNIVERSE, wherein he GRINDS, then KNEADS, then FIRES the LIVES of ALL, into shapes and things most lovable. NAUGHT DOTH HE WASTE IN ALL HIS WORKS, FOR WHAT HE MAKETH UNTO TODAY HE MAKETH UNTO ETERNITY. 89 Thus do all things speak of HIM in praise, LORD OF HEAVEN, CREATOR and the GRAVE, [36]OF WHOM PRIESTS AND WARRIORS BUT HIS DIET FORM WITH DEATH FOR SEASONING. Thus the earth her welcome sings to the WATER CARRIER SPRING, who with his RAIN SKIN on his back calls to the WINTER, BACK! BACK! BACK! Then he gently pulls the strings, COMFORTER DIVINE IS HE, sending down those warming rains on the barren thirsty plains. THIS THEN IS THE HOLY SPIRIT WHICH FROM HEAVEN UNTO MAN IS GIVEN. [36] This means that He is both the Container and the Contained, that before Him there can be no Priest or Warrior, for He is the Divine of all forms of Rituals and Authority. 90 The VINE NEW LEAVES DOTH NOW PUT FORTH and the GRAPES though sour at first SWEETEN WITH THE SUN. So may we bring this life of ours to close, for the GRAPES OF YOUTH will ripen with the FROSTS of YEARS. Then shrouded in the LEAVES WHICH FROM THE TREE OF LIFE HAVE BROKEN FORTH IN THIS VINEYARD OF OUR LIVES WE ARE LAID AWAY TO REST. There facing the RISING SUN, THAT RESPLENDENT MESSENGER OF HIM WHO IS FOREVER NAMELESS, WE'LL BRING TO AGE AGAIN A BETTER GRAPE FOR WINE. 91 Here is where our dust is mingled with the earth that goes to nourish all unborn vines; Think then of thy DEEDS, thine ACTS and THOUGHTS in LIFE, for they the nutrition form, with which the future vines are fed. Would that all dust could return to earth as pure as when it first gave man this GARMENT FOR HIS SOUL. 92