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...NORTH WINTER by HAYDEN CARRUTH KATHMANDU GUEST HOUSE by KAREN SWENSON THE EXAMPLE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE LONELY HOUSE by EMILY DICKINSON A LECTURE UPON THE SHADOW by JOHN DONNE THE TABLES TURNED by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH CASTLES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 7. MIDSUMMER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |