I. CORINTHIANS, XV. O FOOL! To judge that He, who from the earth Created man, cannot his frame restore, The scattered elements from every shore Call back, and clothe with a celestial birth! See from its sheath the buried seed break forth, Blade, stalk, leaf, bud, and now the perfect flower, Changing and yet the same; and of His power A token each! And art thou counted worth Less than the meanest herb? Changed from the dust, And little lower than the angels made, More changed by sin, to death itself betrayed, Yet heir of heaven by an immortal trust! Doubter unwise, in reason's narrow school, Well might the great Apostle say, 'Thou fool!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DIRGE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 18. AL-RAZZAK by EDWIN ARNOLD COME UP HIGHER by MINNIE KEITH BAILEY THE LATE STAND-TO by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: DEATH-IN-LIFE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |