From “Paracelsus”
by Robert Browning

For God is glorified in man,
And to man’s glory vowed I soul and limb.
Yet, constituted thus, and thus endowed, I failed.
I gazed on power till I grew blind…
What wonder if I saw no way to shun despair?
The power I sought seemed God’s…
I learned my own deep error;
And what proportion love should hold
with power in man’s right constitution;
Always preceding power,
And with much power, always, always much more love…