The family

Man I am and man would be, Love merest man and nothing more.

Bid me seem no other! Eagles boast of pinions let them soar!

I may put forth angel's plumage, once unmanned, but not before.

Now on earth, to stand suffices, nay, if kneeling serves, to kneel:

Here you front me, here I find the all of heaven that earth can feel:

Sense looks straight, not over, under, perfect sees beyond appeal.

Good you are and wise, full circle: what to me were more outside?

Wiser wisdom, better goodness? Ah, such want the angel's wide

Sense to take and hold and keep them! Mine at least has never tried.