I Am But Dust, a Man

I am but dust, a man, haughty eyes will but do me in And more when I gaze hours stark on my own work ‘pon fin’. -Heights now I’ve reached, and skies I’ve seen- just a speck below. He knows he’s peak’d past surprised feats when God him on low deck stows. ‘Tis not for man to reach such heights, and claim his own how-know! Down goes the man past where he’s been until his pride’s pride goes. And for all this- ‘tis still High’s right to make him. Even’s right to break ’im.