In Many Forms We Try To Utter God'S Infinity, But The Boundless Hath No Form, And The Universal Friend Doth As Far Transcend An Angel As A Worm. The Great Idea Baffles Wit, Language Falters Under It, It Leaves The Learned In The Lurch; Nor Art, Nor Power, Nor Toil Can Find The Measure Of The Eternal Mind, Nor Hymn, Nor Prayer, Nor Church.