LX

And, strange to tell, among that Earthen Lot

Some could articulate, while others not:

And suddenly one more impatient cried —

“Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?”

LXI

Then said another — “Surely not in vain

“My Substance from the common Earth was ta’en,

“That He who subtly wrought me into Shape

“Should stamp me back to common Earth again.”

LXII

Another said — “Why, ne’er a peevish Boy,

“Would break the Bowl from which he drank in Joy;

“Shall He that made the Vessel in pure Love

“And Fansy, in an after Rage destroy!”

LXIII

None answer’d this; but after Silence spake

A Vessel of a more ungainly Make:

“They sneer at me for leaning all awry;

“What! did the Hand then of the Potter shake?”