The earth a bit of star-dust is, And all of us but smaller bits Of that celestial stuff. In each of us, a bit of Soil That makes us kin To all that breathes; In each of us, a bit of Soul That makes us kin to God. Forget not, O my Soul, That sacred Soil! The Creator through An eon's toil Combined these two, And said, "It is enough. My work is good: In my own imageMan! And in his mortal time, In his own hand, He holds his fate: To build or ruin, To plunder or create." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY HUT; AFTER TRAN QUANG KHAI by HAYDEN CARRUTH JAWEH AND ALLAH BATTLE by ALLEN GINSBERG SYMPATHY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A SEA-SHORE GRAVE by SIDNEY LANIER SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: HENRY PHIPPS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE BEAST OF BURDEN by MARIANNE MOORE |