No Two Men in Creation Think Alike

No two men in creation think alike;

No two men in creation love alike;

No two men in creation are alike.

No worlds, or suns, or heavens, but are distinct,

And wear a separate beauty. Not a star

But differs from the star that nearest seems

And most congenial to its own pure state,

And this unlikeness grows with all their growth.

Manhood is individuality

Of thought.
No two men ever saw the world

Alike through outward eyes, nor ever heard

Just the same music in the wild birds’ hymn

Or the deep moaning of the wakeful sea.

Were all men just alike, then there would be

One stagnant ocean, one lethargic swamp

Of fetid and corrupting life, and men

Tired of the sameness of the universe

Unvarying and permanent, grow like

Ghastly and empty shells of heart and brain.

T.L. Harris