Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what's a heaven for?

Why comes temptation but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestaled in triumph?

What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all; Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.

God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.