Adam

The talisman wrought from mud and clay, Whom we give the name of man, Is mystery known to God alone, Its essence true we can not scan.

Since Creationʹs Early Morn began Time is engaged in constant flight, Has tried to leave its trace on man, But has not met success e’en slight.

If you do not get much disturbed, To you this truth I may unroll That man, Godʹs image, on the earth Is neither frame of clay nor soul.